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Catching Up With a Debutante

Catching Up with a Debutante

 

Deb always used to waddle just

a little bit,

   well more like a duck actually ..

I thought it was

very sexy though and I fancied

   the pants off her ..

I guess it was something to do

with the way she

wore her blue nurses uniform,

   cut long, but tight ..

Later, I found out it was to do

with her hips,

which were each sharp as brand

   new razor blades ..

Deb had dark hair and pale skin

and was thin as a

rake beautiful, which of course

was all the rage,

back in those days, oh’ and I do

think she was Irish

but she never let on and carried

   no accent about her ..

Her boyfriend had some kind

of problem tho’

   unable to walk without sticks ..

Oh’ my word,

how I did hate him and just for

the record Deb once

left her charm bracelet behind

on my bed where

she knew I would find it when

   she returned home ..

Now I do seem to recall, I once

thought and I hoped

she would be back to collect it

one day, but she

never did though and think I may

   still have it somewhere ..

Nevertheless and regardless I am

sure the last time

I saw her she was still waddling

but slowly along

High Street and with twins in an

   old push buggy ..

I do not suspect, for one moment

   she caught sight of me ..