Flurry skirts swirled
Tropical shirts followed
The Beatles bug surfaced
And flip phones were hip
Jumpsuits and wristbands
Meant fashion, not health
Curly blondes and redheads
Had dinner with Jackson
With a pop tart for dessert
They turned the page over
That turns the world over
Mini’s the new skirt
And tank tops make the day
Beatles are broken records
While phones have an extra i
Jumpsuits mean business
Semi-casual and sensuous
Straight cuts date pixie styles
While Harry Styles hums away
But let’s skip the dessert
Cos’ I’m on a strict diet.
Hey there! I admire the way you wrote the poem so much to the extent of having you nominated for the Liebster Blogger Award. :)
Here’s the link: https://sandandelion.wordpress.com/2016/05/14/an-award-nominee/
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