Puppy Dog Tails Poem by James McLain

It was under the main portable.
At school.
About nine a.m. us and day.
she and I crawled under there.
Aggressively she was, only now
do I think,
thinking perhaps to much i did.
she kind of through me off a little.
Until she had me like she nearly was.
mentaly and us still speaking.
I did not believe her,
untill it started going
as my sister said it would.
Losing interest in those things
abviously only
girls were interested in, i backed up
thinking and withdrew,
from under the skirting.
looking around having done nothing
but browse.
unseen i hoped by my friends.
friends ships being based on
highly prejudicial preconceptions.
even back then, perhaps still
even right now.
it turned out she was right,
about my thinking to much.