ramblings and things
So many hurdles in become a man
Like riding a byke, driving a car
Or, deftly unfastening
Your girlfriend’s bra.
The one who invented
That series of hooks
Should be named a criminal
In social history books.
One hand only said the code.
As I struggled she would giggle
Try to help maybe by
Giving just a little wiggle.
Nothing moved as
My fingers went numb
Then Jesus wept
Bloody cramp in my thumb.
In despair
I would desist
Tradition wouldn't
Let her assist
So we'd sit there
Unwillingly chaste
With arm curled
Around her waist.
In those days you seldom did
What you didn't oughter
Cos in those days a dad
Looked after his daughter.
One goodbye kiss
Seldom more
Cos he could be waiting
Behind their back door.
Stay too long
And he could appear
To fetch you a clout
Across the ear.
Romance 1950's era
Standards didn't let you go too far
Like those damned little hooks
They used to fasten that bloody bra.
Obstacles