Summer 1974

So Barry got elected president.
The whole school voted. I was left in dust.
My speeches were incisive, pertinent,
But who can counter fourthform female lust?

He looked like Robert Redford at sixteen.
Oozed sexy charm like acne oozes pus,
Campaigning smiles that promised the obscene.
It's that you want? Go jump on Barry's bus.

And here's the thing that's strangest, I suppose,
I somehow put my cross beside his name!
A kind of sporting gesture? Well, who knows?
I wonder if next time will be the same.

Now Barry deals in cars. All second hand. Knows how to sell.
I'm Britain's youngest female judge, and model for Chanel.