I never knew you wrote such bloody awful poetry..
This evening on my bus ride home from work I observed that there were two young ladies -aged about fourteen or so- wearing identically cut brightly coloured track suits (one in blue, one in green) and the same multicoloured stripey tshirt. At first I found this mortifying as I thought of them going to a shop and picking out a monochromatic track suit as their collective outfit of choice. At a second thought I considered that this might be a new fashion that I was unaware of which amused me as I would be mortified at wearing the same outfit as one of my friends when aged fourteen, it also made me vaugely sad that I no longer was in tune with fashions such as these and goo aliens that hatched babies out of them.
At a third thought I considered they may be in some sort of a girl gang. Not the nice girl gang that would solve mysteries in a Bunty magazine. The sort that would unexpectedly beat an old person to death.
At a third thought I considered they may be in some sort of a girl gang. Not the nice girl gang that would solve mysteries in a Bunty magazine. The sort that would unexpectedly beat an old person to death.