Not my scene —
but my best mate turned thirteen
and bought me for my birthday,
tickets to New Kids on the Block.
I liked books. She liked Donnie’s socks.
Halfway through,
I hit the floor —
not in awe,
just a seizure.
They thought I’d swooned like a proper teen.
Next night, pity tickets.
I went again,
mortified but upright.
That’s girlhood, isn’t it?
Doing things you rather wouldn't for a friend.
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