A Bout a Boy

Well I'm a lad of squat stature and delicate frame

But I posture like a crown prince up front centre stage

And I can dance just as well as any other boy my age!

And I'm erudite, exquisite and my style's supreme

With shoes of fine suede and t-shirts of terylene

And yet still does Aphrodite consider me naive!

And here they come gliding like angels on the earth

With slender white midriffs wrapped in red tartan skirts

With golden hair cascading and chests round and pert

And faces lit up vibrant with the shine of summer mirth