The Factory Outing by F.C.Harbud 'Twas in the summer of thirty four when Grandad strode on't factory floor, to tell the girls they'd all done well and as result, he'd give them a spell. Now where would they all like to go? On Brighton's front to dip the toe? There'll be a meal at the Fox and Hounds, where ale and gin flow without bounds. There was a condition he put to them. That he was not expected to join in. But Fred the supervisor of hero fame, for saving girl from a skirt all aflame, Would go and keep them in good order. To stop them doing what they didn't oughter. So it was when full of pie, gin and sin, the girls burst into song..,.it was a din. Then girls decided to toast old Fred and as a bonus kiss him to death. This led to all sorts of pranks, Fred emerged stripped down to pants. Fleeing from the licentious horde, last seen going through the pub door, along Brighton's front at a cracking pace, hand clutched over his strategic place. Now all young men have high ambitions, that gin will relax a girls inhibitions. But be aware that too much for the dolls, can back fire…….. and they reverse the roles.