Catching Up On a Debutante

Catching Up On 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 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 hated him then and for

the record, Deb

left her charm bracelet behind

on my bed where

she knew I would find it when

   she had gone home ..

I seem to recall, I once thought

and I hoped

she would be back to collect it

someday, 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 ..

But don’t think for one moment

   she ever caught

   

  sight of me watching her like that ..