~ the fancy dress party ~

when I was a little girl
I dreamed of being invited
to a fancy dress party
we moved around a lot
like a family of gypsies
so it seemed an unlikely event

but then...
a miracle occurred
the invitation arrived

oooh! what would I be
a fairy
a princess
a genie
a fairy princess

the decision of course
was in the hands of my mother
and those were the days of
cigarette advertising
with giant sized packets
in shop windows

my mum sent me to the party
dressed as
a packet of
cigarettes

Peter Stuyvesant
international passport to smoking pleasure
I was not impressed
but I went anyway
for the party food

in retrospect
it was such
an innovative idea

pure gold
in fact