SMALL BRODERICKA Poem by Terry CollettBOY AND GIRLS AND OTHER BOYS AND THOUGHTS IN 1962.
Broderick was the smallest kid
in the class but the girls liked him and he had this mass of blacks curls and big dark eyes and had this way with him that the girls liked and they would gather round him when the teacher was out of the room leaning over his shoulders whispering things into his small ears and he'd say something and they wet themselves laughing putting fingers to mouths or bellies and saying oh my God or I've never heard such a thing and then put their hands to their virginal groins but you and Reynard saw no great humour in him or saw what it was that creased the girls up to the degree of fanny wetting (Reynard's expression) because out in the boy's playground he never said jackshit or made a sound or joined in ball games or cards flicking or conker smashing he just hung around the fence peering out at the girls on the playing field playing hockey or some other ball games in their short green skirts that showed their green underwear when they jumped or ran along with sticks and some guys would say hey Broderick what about us guys what about joining in with our games or talk with us but he never did and Reynard said he must have something the girls like small Broderick possibly his big dark eyes you said or his humour Reynard said or promise of his big dick. © 2013 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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