So you prefer older gals?
That’s the tale we heard.
You think we’re ‘more safe’
than the fresher meat
because we won’t have
much in the way of
what’s called love life,
therefore we must be clean
and won’t kill you
after you’ve killed us.
Ingenious thinking.
You boys should be
in the cabinet
with stuff like that.
I suppose you’d turn
me round to face the wall
before lifting my blood-red skirt…
what’s that old saying
about mantelpiece and fire?
To you boys I guess
the lot of us are much the same
down where it counts,
but get this, kiddies:
we’re all in training,
spend our days like boxers
in the gym, belting
sweet hell out of leather
and now we’re ready to
kick for Kenya
and yes that includes
anyone making so bold
as to try & knock us over
like Mau Mau days,
and only fair to warn,
under the pillow
I keep my best panga.
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