Keeping Dizzy (Poetry)

There is no whistle now
from the secret building site
primly cordoned off from passersby
by laws of health and safety

Today’s brickies cannot spy
the shapely leg or short-short skirt
their days not brightened by
some pretty girl’s shy smile

Those plain feminists who got uptight
and claimed it was degrading
might think differently
if some bronzed builder pursed

appreciation loud and shrill
or called to them “Hey, darlin’ are you
free tonight?” What harm to take
such banter as a compliment? ...

And remember it now
no one even dares to mention how
much more fun life was
in those dizzy non-PC days
                                    before