Philip Carter

(London)

Dressed Up For The Festival


I am definitely getting old
In the pub there was a crowd
No one over thirty years
And all very, very loud
The pub won't take card payments
So by cash, I had to pay
I think there is a festival
On the common today
The men are all dressed casually
No effort have they made
But the ladies are so done up
Fashion shows would be in the shade
Lots of very tiny shorts
With long legs that have been waxed
And tight tops that show such curves
A bra's elastic would be taxed
Eyeliner and lipstick
Lashes curled towards the sky
They couldn't look more glamorous
No matter how hard they try
All this stuff is then topped off
With wellingtons and ponchos
I don't know about the festival
But the girls give fantastic shows.

Submitted: Saturday, August 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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