Elaine thinks
(while eating
her dinner)
about John
on the bus
how other
kids know now
about them
and the kiss
at her home
no secret
anymore
since her young
sister blabbed
to them all
her mother
sits beside
her silent
her father
(knowing not
a thing
about that
kissing stuff)
sits talking
about work
her sister
(blabbermouth)
sits moody
opposite
mouthing food
Elaine wants
that warm kiss
once again
but she wants
that this time
she will know
when he'll kiss
she forks up
a burnt chip
and mouths it
her mother
just after
her father
stops talking
says sharply
he kissed her
who kissed whom?
Father asks
looking wide eyed
at his wife
that boy John
kissed your daughter
the father
gazes at his
youngest girl
not Elaine
I thought he
was with our
Elaine not
Princess
he utters
he didn't
kiss Princess
but Elaine
Mother says
didn't kiss
me how yuck
Princess says
he went kissed
my Plump Hen?
Father says
gazing at
Elaine with
amusement
did he Hen?
Elaine blushes
stops eating
just the once
not a lot
she tells him
fancy that
he mutters
one never
knows what God
has in store
in our house
Mother says
when he came
that Sunday
he kissed her
just the once
Elaine adds
well no more
not again
if he comes
again here
Mother says
Princess yawns
Father smiles
fancy that
my Plump Hen
getting kissed
Mother glares
at Father
the moral
(immoral)
of kissing
has been missed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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