Maiden Aunt For Friend Bob Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

She smiled her constipated smile.
A spinster of a certain age
as she condemned the modern style.
Moustache bristling with righteous rage.

It isn’t right her constant cry.
The freedom the young have today
Their attitude I must decry
we weren’t allowed to act that way.

I was taught virginity
was some thing ladies should retain
and not surrender easily.
Once lost something you can’t regain.

A girl should wait until she’s wed
Before allowing liberties.
I repeat what my mother said
Young ladies must act properly.

What makes me mad is I missed out
Nobody ever fancied me
Except the butcher’s boy a lout
of lower social class than me.

So I retained my maiden hood
more accident than good intent.
I would have lost it if I could
if I had found a likely gent..

I must confess I’m envious
a touch of green eyed jealousy
What makes me frankly furious
I lacked the opportunity
.
I think I would have given in.
In fact I bloody sure I would
If I had, had the chance to sin
instead of acting like a prude.
2-Jun-08
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