Seventeen Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

He had, as teenage boys will do
his arm around the girl named Sue.
For hours they went through the woods
and talked about the men in hoods,
who once had hidden here to rob
the passing royals and their snob.

However, what was on his mind
was how his arm could, from behind
end up in front, perhaps by chance,
it was a dangerous advance.

They stood beneath the great oak tree
as he considered strategy.
'You nerd, ' she sang, 'if you know how
you'd better come and kiss me now.'

No longer eager for a rest
he brushed against her pointed breast.
'An accident, ', (his voice now hoarse) ,
she answered, dreamily, 'of course.'

And in respect of a cold breeze
she took his hand, with perfect ease
and placed it where it would feel best.
And he agreed that breast is best.