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    by Burt Borrok

    Saturday has come at last,
    And now another week has past.
    See them in their party dresses,
    Sparkling eyes and silken tresses.

    Waiting for "that boy" to show-up,
    Haven't got the time to grow-up.
    Ready to enjoy the ball,
    For she's the fairest one of all.

    Yet Sunday's quite another day,
    She's now the debutante at play.
    Ratty sweatshirt, Jeans in tatters,
    To look like **** is all that matters.

    That's why us father's often frown,
    And can't quite tell what's Up or Down.
    Off they run with carefree gait,
    While Dad’s are left to pay the freight.