Proud kids

Days of preparation,
dinner jacket,
this boy has style,
only 18 and he loves to dress up.
His mother’s apple of the eye.
He’s all done up for the
School Ball;
all his mates likewise in full dress.
They impress each other with the small touches:
Black shirt, white bow-tie, suspenders and pointy black shoes
They swap and borrow clothing items from each other.
The girls looking beautiful as only teenagers can.
Dance and booze and chat;
it works well and the atmosphere is friendly.
The party goes on for hours and in the early morning,
tired but happy, they leave to continue their merriment in the streets, stirring up the town;
looking for something to eat, even a prawn sandwich but all is closed.
Sober parents are called to pick the young kids up and drive them home to their beds.
My favourite angel is dropped off at his own place
and sleeps all Sunday.
Later I can see the photos on Facebook and am impressed
These are proud kids. Don’t mess with them…..