Free from a tether.
Arms around shoulders, our cuddles of tums,
Our primary school fun day, our game of rough tumbling,
Dumped inhibitions, it’s all up to us,
No monitors mooching and making a fuss.
End of term freedom, new sisters born,
Bristling haircuts, spikily shorn,
Sprawl balling of bodies’ in hullabaloo.
No brakes to restrict us, we’re celebrating,
Chartists’ votes counted, feels so liberating.
Doing it our way,
Cuddling pushes and tugs,
We’re puzzles cracking Christmas in knotted arms and legs.
One second we’re nestling,
The next we’re all wrestling,
And feigning cruel clenches,