At the local school reunion,
after many years apart,
attending was the old head girl
and the old school ‘tart’.
They air kissed
as they met again.
Said "you haven’t changed a bit!"
The ‘tart’ turned up
in her old black mini
into which she’d squeezed to fit!
Getting it to fit
took a certain knack,
She’d had to slide the seats right back.
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