![]() MISS ARKLE'S WARTA Poem by Terry Collett![]() A BOY AND HIS TEACHER'S WART![]() ![]() Miss Arkle had a wart on The back of her neck. Miss Arkle taught maths And smelt of lemons. You wiped the blackboard As she had instructed Wiping away her handwritten Workouts which made no Sense to your tired brain. The wart on her neck like A dried brown prune caught Your eyes. It sat above her Pink scarf. It kind of spoilt Her beauty like a bruised apple. You wanted to slice it off And flick it away. Having wiped The blackboard clear you Returned to your seat. You carried the image in Your mind like a damaged fruit. Maybe you thought she should Grow her hair and hide it there. Miss Arkle had beautiful breasts Like melons on show in a store. You and other boys enjoyed Your secret stare. Shame about The wart now out of sight. You’d Take both images of Miss Arkle To your lusty bed that night. © 2011 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthor![]() Terry 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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