By the calmness of the lake,
In the choir of a crowded lane,
The roles were reversed,
As I watched in mild disdain.
Now the girls smoked with flair,
Beneath the sky's judgmental glare.
The boys walked on with lowered gaze,
In floral crowns and pastel haze.
No more the mighty men of past,
The women don't need time to adjust.
A hippy queen, a newfound knight,
A flowered king—a comic sight.