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A cute blue gingham skirt it was,
Hitting just above the knee.
Flippy, flirty cotton dress
It really felt like “me”.
I was proud to look so cute,
I fairly floated down
Those concrete stairs that led me to
The London Underground.
What I didn’t know that day
Was what lay just ahead
And if I’d known, I’d have stayed at home,
Or worn blue jeans instead!
Vacation with the family
Was what I headed for.
A week in London! Shows and shops
And tourist sites galore!
The “Tube” they say, it’s silvery trains
Is really quite a feat.
Transporting people here and there
Below the busy streets.
And here I was among the crowd
Excited to be there!
Bags in hand, I rushed to catch
The train to Russell Square.
The color coded maps direct
The travelers criss and cross.
I was so proud to reach my spot
Without even getting lost!
See! I could be a Londoner.
I know how to behave!
I fairly floated up the steps
And over a metal grate.
Now the Underground has vents, you see,
And this I did not know:
That wind blows UP those metal grates
Causing cute skirts to blow.
My skirt defied all gravity!
I put on quite a show.
‘Twas my spontaneous impression
Of Marilyn Monroe!
Hands still full of bags, I ran
Across the grate, relieved
That no one saw my escapade…
Or so I did believe.
Until I heard a “WHOOPS!” and then
To my dismay I saw
A man working a newsstand
Hold his sides in a guffaw!
Indeed I gave a show that day,
Then to my hotel I went.
I promptly changed to blue jeans
And ne’er wore that skirt again!
You see the London Underground
Has “special” memories for me,
But one rule: no flirty skirts
No matter how cute they be!
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