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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.



 



 



 




 



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