Creativity flows through my veins like strongbow flows through the nation's drinkers.
Monday, 25 June 2007

I now feel in a permanent state of competition, so in response to a pieceof creative writing (which admittedly I liked, and was undeniably cal-like) here is a poem I have written. It is entitled: 'Ode to the Head Girl'

Head Girl, the whole school loves you, sporting your enamel badge
that says in prim letters, Senior Prefect, but might as well
 say I've seen you looking, and I know you want some lads,
 she knows your gaze has moved to her pert breasts from her lapel.
 And it's waiting outside the Head's office, that bastion of the old guard
 that she crosses her young legs coquettishly, they brush against your thigh.
 she laughs, you reciprocate, unsure of the exact etiquette
 required when a senior girl starts to make you hard
 She pats your leg, close to the groin 'I'm sorry,' she says, you say, 'that's fine.'
 'Well that's big of you,' she gently teases, the seductress-girl brunette
 and you wonder what you'd do to her if you caught her off her guard



But it's not just you that holds this kinky head-girl-linked perversion
the first year's gawk like dumb parrots as her tweed wrapped hips sway by
the fifth years drop their pencils for a perfect-arsed diversion
and even staff turn Humbert Humbert when they catch the minx's eye.
So imagine then a summer halcyon day, the fields awash with new green floor,
a crisply lined athletics field, the quintessential school sports day.
She walks barefoot in her games skirt, she wanders to the start
of the one hundred metres, cheeks flushed and eyes azure.
The pistol fires, she comes in last in place but first in heart
Her audience knew she was their winner before she’d stepped up to the start.


(The girl is just a random head girl I found on Google, not MY head girl. Discretion and that.)



(Still, I think she's quite fit.)


(Don't you?)

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posted by danny @ 09:06,

1 Comments:

At 25 June 2007 at 09:51, Blogger Unknown said...

Particularly the second stanza, I find wonderful. Playful, yet full of flirty innuendo.

Bravo! (Although please don't dredge up memories of the Poetry thread that you and Dan did....I always crashed an burned.)

 

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