How sexy some girls are,
You wouldn't see them if you travelled by car,
People watching is a sport,
when on London Transport.
Some girls are beautiful, some are hot,
Not all though, some are not,
Today it's sunny with no rain,
it brought them out to ride the train.
Short skirts and long hair,
some quite skinny and some all there,
Like bees buzzing in the city hive,
the things you'd miss if you did drive.
Ride the train for many a mile,
when your eyes meet give a smile,
if they're nice a wink back's fine,
make the most of the sunshine.
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Author:
Daveyboyz (
Offline) - Published: April 19th, 2018 18:44
- Comment from author about the poem: It seemed to go from winter to summer in the blink of an eye and suddenly the train is filled with summer dresses and flesh.
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Comments2
Girl spotting - brings back memories of youth - cheers Davey.
All part of the rich tapestry of life 🙂 Thanks Michael.
I always get exhausted.
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