I knew a girl with long, blonde hair,
When I was myself a minor.
Pity, she was so much younger than me,
Which made her a "Mini Minor".
The Christmas Sunday school party came round,
To which I gladly went.
I walked up the spiral staircase,
And saw Blondie, Heaven sent.
We all played at "Spin the Bottle",
And I was full of joy.
A winning streak kept me kissing Blondie,
But she liked another boy.
Tall and slim, just as I like 'em,
This girl was really bonny,
T'was a pity that she messed about
With a gang member whose name was Ronnie.
We all continued to "Spin the Bottle",
And, despite Ronnie, I continued to win.
But I then realized she was getting fed-up,
As she said: "Have I to be bothered with him?"
After that, I felt right out of it,
I was upset and under the weather,
When I got home with a very long face.
Mother said: "Give over going all t'gether!"
I felt the gang didn't want me there.
How could Blondie have been so mean?
Had I become too old for those party games,
At the ripe old age of 16? By B Howarth
Alexandria Drive
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