Turkish Delight

swirling girls,

twirling girls,

some girls with spikey hair.

happy girls,

and angry girls,

and girls who do not care.

orange girls,

and foreign girls,

girls with bums to die for,

some with tints

and some with squints,

and one you’d like to try for.

the older girls with bottled curls,

and one who looks

like Greta,

they drink and flirt

with the flowery shirts,

when they really

 should know better.

there’s girls with shots,

some with the hots,

and some who look

quite hammered,

yet big or small,

win lose or draw,

they’ll all go home deflowered.

but mock them not,

this cheerful lot,

these girls who make us shudder,

we’ll down our pints,

rip off their tights,

and soon we’ll call them Mother.

these girls who come

to this smalltown,

and drink and dance within it,

these are the girls

who rule our world,

as they like to tell us…….

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INNIT.

Jones(2010)

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