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.
Thanks to the boys and girls, comments always appreciated. Special hello to Kim in cold Canada who is on her way up and, of course to Amberlee, who needs neither introduction nor praise. But to both of you a few hundred hugs for being you....OOOOO... (no. ot the boys) . Herbert
hehe, yeah, this one is great too... now this is the short of light hearted poetry I should learn to right...more witty and clever than anything else...well done. Always, AMberlee
Hahaha...took me a couple readings to figure out what you're talking about here, but I've got it! Amazing you can take such a simple embarrassing encounter, describe it exquisitely, and turn it into a work of art. Very well done. Probably could have been worse; you could have been singing onstage for a crowd of five hundred.
Herbert i have to ask the question, did you feel as if it was hanging out with a couple of bowling ball's, cant help myself can i, great little poem Warm regards allan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Herbert nostalgia is always excellent, and worth the read.