Pub erty ..

If you think you're going into town like that
without a coat or a wooly hat
it's the middle of November
and a freezing one at that.
Let's go back into the house, settle down and have a chat.

Your skirt's too short.
pouty mouth too red.
Those boys will want to shove you into bed.
You're still only twelve and not grown up,
so to a hormonal lad, the cutest little pup.

Am l making any sense?
Say you understand,
as this conversation's now getting out of hand.
l can't be any plainer, kinder to your little mind
Can you do us all a favour, leave the big girl plans behind ..