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LITTLE MISS SHOW OFF
She looked like us all in school uniform
ordinary as can be,
A picture of school girl innocense and
sweet propriety,
Her skirt length by our standard often
seemed quite iffy
But never dared to venture a millimetre
above her pretty knee.
But her eyes sparkled black and rich long
golden hair,
And lips without lipstick a deep
red beyond compare.
But when school was over you should
have seen her then,
“Bring old Nick’ my granny said ‘right
out of his den.
Pretentious was not strong enough, ostentatious
was almost clear,
But a word needed to be invented as
Gloria wiggled near
From a cocoon to a butterfly at the end
of every school day
And any young man around would
carry her away.
We thought she would be a model or a
air hostess,
But she married and became a vicar’s wife
a shock we all confess.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 17 February 2005