rocking and rolling to the beat,
beauty shining with more and more
smiles and laughter on rhythmic feet.
But strange that none of them have men
hovering by, coming and going.
Too many surely for a hen party,
bridal sash and maids not showing.
And then it hit me - the entrance quids,
a charity name discreetly labelled !
Their men are home looking after the kids
at least one of whom will be disabled.
So now the scene becomes much darker.
The women here must all be plucky,
dealing with problems in a life much starker -
the yummy mummies who birthed unlucky.
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