I was going to title this as part of the “Those middle months of 1973” series, but decided that the above was more fitting. A dream of every adolescent hetero boy is a Scandinavian Blonde Girlfriend, and it was my great fortune that such was Girlfriend 25. This was a classic holiday romance, and this was the doggerel:
“Switzerland III”
In Odense in Denmark there lives a young Dane;
A girl who likes walking outside in the rain;
Her face has no make-up, no high heels her feet;
She’s fair-haired, broad-minded, and ever so sweet.
As Danes go, religious, but sexy as well,
In love with this fair Danish beauty I fell;
We met at the forum, where I’d been so sad,
But after I met her, I felt very glad.
Yes glad! I felt happy, as never before!
I hadn’t been happy for six months or more!
So this was what joy was! a feeling so rare –
I couldn’t remember a life without care.
You cannot miss something that you’ve never had;
As far as I know I had always been sad;
But now I have tasted this bliss that she gave,
And now that I’ve had it, it’s all that I crave.
Now, she still lives in Denmark – being a Dane –
While I’m stuck in England ‘mid sorrows and pain;
And write to each other is all we can do;
But letters can’t bring back the joy that I knew.
In fact, they’ve made me feel worse and not better;
She told me today in a death-bringing letter
That she’s got engaged to her boyfriend, a Dane;
And meanwhile, in England, some kid goes insane.
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