Hello PL’s Welcome back to the last part in the trilogy of films and fleapits.
I have penned something below. Now, don’t faint, but I have actually attempted to rhyme!
This is my frustrated tribute to the X Film. Who can tell me, in a certain era, they hadn’t had a shiver of anticipation at that tiny X sitting under a film title?!
Of course, once you become a legitimate age, the allure dims. But for most of us in early adolescence, it was all we dreamt of!
Oh X film, you’re brutal and unkind
Big girls getting in, hiding behind
So many young men, barely of age
There’s a girl from my class! This is an outrage
What goes on on that big screen?
While I stand out here cold and green?
That little X smugly sitting square
Under alluring bold titles there
While I’m watching Herbie at the Fleapit
Constantly stuck with an A certificate
I’m dreaming of those other four walls
Where usherettes smooth down their overalls
Before preparing the lighted ice cream tray
For people witnessing mysterious depravity
I storm off home in a frustrated stew
Before watching excerpts on Film ’72
Wasn’t that a hoot?! I think that’s the end of my current obsession, but never say never!
Tune in same time, same channel…….