Treasure Island

John Thorkild Ellison

(17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

Losing My Virginity (by Sally)


I lost my virginity
Behind the school pavilion,
I can't remember his name,
It was just another game
That kids get up to,
I didn't feel any shame
'Cos all the others did the same
Behind the school pavilion.
It didn't amount to much,
It's not as if he was 'one in a million'!
He was probably called Mick or Harry,
Nigel, John, or even Larry.
The psychologists
Would like to make a theory out of this,
But I reckon they're taking the piss,
There wasn't even a romantic kiss
Behind the school pavilion.

Submitted: Saturday, February 12, 2011

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