She found her friend less pretty,
and that was sure to her liking
when trying to attract the boys,
didn't it make her the more striking ?
But beauty's in the beholder's eye.
Her friend got off first with a guy !
THE -ESS HATER ?
A 'poetess' nor an 'authoress'
dare to name her.
Yet if you said 'goddess'
she'd be so-much-tamer !
VIRGIN SOLDIERS' VENUE
At the Windmill Theatre
it was pretty girls turned,
posing like nude-statues
while London with bombs burned.
Young men got to see naked-flesh,
and elsewhere the bared-bones of death.
A TOWERING FLOWER
Were the Post Office Tower
seen just a giant flower,
the Dome a stone to a rockery,
we could go London see
now a Rock Garden City ?