The party season brings pretty frocks and an overtiredness that may lead to the occasional tear whatever our age and life experience. Perhaps all you can do is laugh it off and not take life too seriously.
Here’s a short poem dedicated to girls aged 5 to 95 years with a first line that my mother would come out with, although not in a context I ever particularly understood. Looking at it now, I think it might make more sense with the girls changed to boys. Although in todays society......
Anyway I added the other three!
Pink to make the girls wink
Red eyes that make them blink
From tears that force them to rethink
Whether or not boys stink.
