Welcome to Eratosphere, Bill. We're almost neighbours when you're not in France.
Your poem struck a chord with me -- I'm sure I used to wear Polly Peck stockings to school (no, maybe not to school, but certainly at other times; my school stockings were revolting thick, beige, ribbed ones which my mother made me darn when they got holes in them!)
I'm surprised your use of "Nadir" didn't earn you an HM, at least.
Jayne
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