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Morning Glory



Strange because at thirteen,
no interest whatsoever,
It was only playing football, and riding our bikes,
We use to think that was clever,
Summer holidays over and then back in class,
These girls we had not seen for best part of six weeks,
Had suddenly grown up fast,
Little spotty Gemma,
With pig tails in her hair,
Was suddenly an attractive female?
But it didn’t stop just there,
Gail had swapped glasses for contact lenses,
And had all the boy’s heads turning,
All my mates said they fancied her,
Her ears must have been burning,
Then there was Donna,
Who actually gave me the honour,
Of sitting next to her in History,
Made my day when she actually said,
That through the holidays she missed me,
But this joy didn’t last for long,
When she referred to me as Ron,
Who the heck was Ron,
Didn’t have the heart to tell her,
That they called me John.
Fully fourteen years old,
We all watched that Grease Film and acted cool,
Bike sheds was common meeting place,
During lunchtime back in school,
There I kissed my first ever girlfriend,
It was just before the return to class bell,
I remember her name quite clearly,
Her name was… Tracey, I mean Michelle,
Anyway, she packed me within two days,
And started seeing Tim,
Then I had another fling,
This time with a girl called Kim,
After Christmas I was seeing Jane,
And it was because of her,
I got the cane,
Yet that’s another story,
Well to be honest my form teacher,
Had overheard me say,
About waking up with morning glory…!

John Baverstock

John Baverstock

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