Afraid girls won’t notice him,
Bubba grabs the grease gun
and builds a hot rod;
Afraid boys won’t notice her,
Brandi pads her brassiere
and joins the clique
Of girls called slut by boys like Bubba.
Dave Read
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.
Afraid girls won’t notice him,
Bubba grabs the grease gun
and builds a hot rod;
Afraid boys won’t notice her,
Brandi pads her brassiere
and joins the clique
Of girls called slut by boys like Bubba.
Dave Read