A Few Will Totally Understand, A Poem, Girls Will Be Girls, Always, Staunch Hearts Forever True

Back in 1972 as we exited LF's doors

Little did we know what life had in store

The universe is sly and fickle

And Life can be sweet as much as a sour pickle

 But time and technology brought us all back together

We all had our share of rotten stormy weather

Like the ebb and flow of the ocean

We’ve returned to our teenage connection

 

Benchmark birthdays brought on a thought

To gather together and Bern’s plans were brought

It would be a long weekend, so we wouldn’t be rushed

What happens at girls’ weekend is always hush hush

Until we hang our bras by the fire

And post it to the internet wire

We’re wiser, for the most part

And wider,  like Rubenesque art

We're also funny and smart

That why we like to hang our bras from the hearth

Just look at these beauties

They’re clean, there’s no cooties

Our taste is displayed by smart choices in colors

Little Flower sure taught us how to be fashion scholars

Comments soon came accusing of being in “our cups”

But the truth is that we hung up our cups

Be they C cups or D cups and maybe an E

We hung up those cups to be hanging free

The ta-ta’s needed air and we likely obliged

And then all of a sudden some bloomers arrived

No person was tagged

To claim who was the hag

To wear those big girl panties

Worn only by old aunties.

I envy missing out of this year’s warm camaraderie

We are bound together with no snooty snobbery

 

The time has come to end this rhyme

I’ll not book a wedding for next year’s good time!