You're in the girls' playground
walking with another girl.
I'm in the boy's playground
with Nigel.
I can see you
from where I am,
your red hair
redder looking
in the sunshine.
I point you out to Nigel.
O a red-head,
he said,
steer clear of her,
she's a ***** teaser.
Is she?
I said,
pretending I understood
what he was saying.
Yes, word is she offers it
but it's all game with her,
Nigel said.
I see,
I said,
looking at you
walking by the fence
in deep conversation
with this other girl.
I wonder if her pussy's
the same colour
as her head of hair?
He said,
smiling,
giving me the nudge
with his elbow.
I smiled, too,
but a bit lost,
but wanting to be
on to what he was saying,
I said,
*****
He said,
her ***** hair.
O right,
I said,
looking at you
walking off further
from the fence.
I think her name's
Lizbeth something-or-other,
Nigel said,
do you know her?
No,
I said,
just seen her
and that red hair of hers.
Best not to,
he said.
I mused on you
walking away,
your school dress
swaying as you walked.
I knew it was red
as your hair,
I'd seen it that time
you tried to ****** me
in your room,
but I hadn't let you,
and you stood there
with your red thatch of hair.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC
You're in the girls' playground
walking with another girl.
I'm in the boy's playground
with Nigel.
I can see you
from where I am,
your red hair
redder looking
in the sunshine.
I point you out to Nigel.
O a red-head,
he said,
steer clear of her,
she's a ***** teaser.
Is she?
I said,
pretending I understood
what he was saying.
Yes, word is she offers it
but it's all game with her,
Nigel said.
I see,
I said,
looking at you
walking by the fence
in deep conversation
with this other girl.
I wonder if her pussy's
the same colour
as her head of hair?
He said,
smiling,
giving me the nudge
with his elbow.
I smiled, too,
but a bit lost,
but wanting to be
on to what he was saying,
I said,
*****
He said,
her ***** hair.
O right,
I said,
looking at you
walking off further
from the fence.
I think her name's
Lizbeth something-or-other,
Nigel said,
do you know her?
No,
I said,
just seen her
and that red hair of hers.
Best not to,
he said.
I mused on you
walking away,
your school dress
swaying as you walked.
I knew it was red
as your hair,
I'd seen it that time
you tried to ****** me
in your room,
but I hadn't let you,
and you stood there
with your red thatch of hair.
TWO SCHOOL BOYS TALK ABOUT A GIRL IN THE GIRLS' PLAYGROUND IN 1961.
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