Bevy of girls on a fast food chain
Sixty years old as per their mane
Some are plump and there’s one in cane
I smile as I see they are still vain
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Your poem 'Bevy Of Girls' is a pleasure to read. Happy and contented women, young or old alike, are like happy flowers that dance and sway with breeze, hum with the bees and babble like a brook. Thanks for the notes
Attractive title and super poem on fashionable grannys. Pls do review my latest poem too
Bubbling with energy and the joy of living, so beautifully expressed!
I can’t help but wonder what about me Would I be as contented would I be in glee Would I still laugh out loud loud and free What would happen to me if I reach sixty Futuristic thoughts.... . very interesting and sometimes funny lines which made me smile thank you. tony