Gap - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Just prior to the final big exams,
while waiting for the classroom doors to open,
I glanced toward the library and saw
a trim, attractive female, shyly posing.
Our eyes then met and tiny yellow sparks erupted,
downcast, she started staring, clearly, at my crotch.
A hint of interest, mixed in with silent laughter
showed on angelic features. What was I to do.
Not knowing what the book suggests when taunted
with lengthy stares to reproductive regions,
I started fidgeting and feeling brisk hot flashes.
So glad my trousers were brand new, of corduroy.
The bell then rang and fate thus tore asunder
this fifteen meter budding stimulation.
And, once inside, the proctor was a kindly man,
he mentioned casually the gaping split of seam,
and thought it wise to close the door to curious eyes.
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