A picture post arrived 

carrying sixties girls  

 

beaming in beehives.  

Proper girls, no pink hair. 

 

I wanted to respond  

say I can’t tell. 

 

The pictures  

are in black and white. 

 

A fighting reply 

found at the perfect moment 

 

but our previous 

says we’d be off again. 

 

Down the back in the day  

slippery slope.  

 

Reminiscing to justify  

our tribal viewpoints. 

 

I’ll best leave alone. 

Diplomacy is the new me.