Fawn socks, Rimmer checks
Girls are getting it in the neck
Roll up our skirts get legs a-tanning
Forget the pervy neighbour scanning
Dreaming of romancing, sunshine and dancing
In the hall Assembled,
a letter read
Complaints to be dealt with
by the head
A Sister’s anger fills the stage
A leader, tall, cross on a chain, all beige
Trying to make us all the same, maroon and bland but kind and sage
Singing echoes around the walls,
scores of crescendos, summer stalls
Hockey matches. Hitting balls,
fearless, tackling, lots of goals.
Important wins to keep school pride
To keep onside
Not be denied
To gain respect
The team accept
Reaching the sixth, boys in the classes
Less supervision, more blusher, eyelashes
Fluttering
Pretending
To be aloof
Gossip the currency, fitting in, the desire
Parties and music fanning the fire
of passion
of love’s lost agony
Unique to the young
who think the world’s over when it’s only begun
Fawn socks are gone, blandness is history
Now to become a mystery
But Never to be Sisterly
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