We didn’t think that life
Could get any better
We were young
Happy and content
Kicking footballs
Building carts
Climbing trees
Fishing in the pond
Swimming in the pool
Then they came along
Distracting us
With their undulations
Their cheap perfume
That seemed so exotic
Walking with their
funny wiggles
Laughing with their
girlish giggles
And the boyhood fun
was over
No more jumpers for
goal posts
No more war games in
the woods
We still played in the
woods
But then it was
holding hands
Hugging and snogging
And playing with fun
bumps
But no more jumpers
for goal posts
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