Nature study lessons
were the best
because we had Miss Bleu
and she was young
and pretty
and to us boys
it was like being
in a kind of school boy heaven
we even took notice
of the things she told us
in her sexy voice
and her slim fingers
pointing things out
and those slim legs
and if she stood
on the chair to reach up
to get something
from on top
of the cupboard
her green skirt
would rise up
and we gawked
at her stockings
and the tops
where the suspenders met
and when she sat
at the her desk
she would sometimes
cross her leg
over the other
in that way she had
and us boys would
watched her like
young hawks for prey
now now boys
she said
settle down
focus on the subject at hand
and we did only
it wasn't necessarily
the subject she
was teaching
the girls in class
sat and watched her
for different reason
from us boys
to them she was how
they wanted to be
(or some of them)
who is going to help
put out these books?
she would ask
and a dozen boys
would fall over themselves
to do whatever
she wanted us to do
when she showed us
a frog once in class
it escaped and she jumped
on her chair
and at least 5 boys
leapt to her defence
and caught the frog
and put it back
in the glass tank
while other boys
studied the colour
of her suspenders
or well no mind what else
and when the bell
went for end of class
a soft sigh went out
from boys
rising to
the classroom sky.
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