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

Westhoughton

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