Ron Stock Poems
A Black And White And Right
In an attic fort of wooden crates, pine shelves, and fishing poles covered by old curtains and navy blue blankets, dark-haired Dale, seven, and his sweetheart, Karen, six, often played doctor and nurse. Dale couldn't resist exploring the skin of Karen's body with his eyes, or running his hands and fingers up and down her tender thighs. On this warm morning they were both buck naked from head to toe, when the voice of Karen's mother yelled up from the kitchen, 'It's waay too quiet up there. I think you children should go outside and play." The kids were annoyed at being interrupted, but ...Read the full of A Black And White And Right
Ballad Of Big Shot Bobby
It started on the diamond in our baseball Little League,
fighting to be heroes, we were down by only three.
It was our team's last at bat, all three ducks were on the pond,
when up sashays Bobby with his Louisville Slugger wand.
The stadium went wild, all the crowd was on its feet,
when he blasted a grand slam homer. Whack! Into the bleacher seats.
I was sitting on the bench and of course I saw it all
so I know