Do you remember saucy page three
It was a sight for sore eyes to see
And (wrongly it seems) we revelled in our misogyny
We were always down the shop for a pack of fags
And - back in the days before they were wrapped in bags -
a sneaky peek at the top shelf mags
Now I must admit I’m a little scared
About all the things that we maybe dared
Do, think or say when our trousers were flared
Now time has finally caught up with us
And wrinkled and grey, bemused by the fuss
This old white rhino bites the dust
Donald Keyman
