Your poem "The ideals of youth" were what I had in mind

Moments from the past we may prefer not to recall

So if you would Zy, thanks, and thanks to all those who had a go.

 

Off down the pub or disco for fun
Butterfly collar shirt, two buttons undone
Velvet pockets on my twelve inch flares
Six inch stacks to rise above any cares
They stopped the puddles soaking up to your knee
What a blinking sight�?ah 1973
Six foot with moustache, younger than you think
Send Graham to the bar to get your drink
The girls would think they were in with a chance
Unluckily Graham could not blinking dance
On rare occasions, they would drift our way
Usually he managed to scare them away
So much for the coach, and horses, on a Saturday night
Just get home late, about ten quid light