- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Poem Billy Wrote in High School
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It was 1950 then
when I wanted to put my fingers through
the ringer washer in the basement
when Mrs. Sipley who lives in the big house next door,
got two dollars to babysit,
and if there is laundry to do,
she'll do it for a dollar too
as long as she has to babysit Billy
who said "You don't love me anymore"
to Mrs. Sipley who lives in the big house next door,
because she didn't let me put
my curious probing fingers in,
nor have I been able to ever since:
i.e., Nancy after the prom
in the front seat of my father's Chevy
where I felt the wet of my palms
or Susan I used to take to the movies
on Saturdays when there were matinees
of Japanese giant nuclear worms.
OK, let's forget about Susan,
but there was Babette, that cute foreign student,
who had a certain Je ne sais quoi
and each and every of them
put me through the ringer, hands down.
- COMMENTS
twelveoonealmost 10 years agosuggest the 10 year span (inclusion)
also you are basing the metaphor on something most will not comprehend,
ringer? i.e. it took years for me to find out what " I got my tits caught in the ringer" meant, and no one told me. Thank god for old ads.You probably could have used one as an illustrated.
5ed
HoneyAdoredalmost 10 years agoAh yes, there is a little bit of Billy in all of us and I am not referring to his exploratory digits ...but to my curious youthful days of experimentation, discovery and new sensations, it certainly made me reflect on my younger days.
Naughty but innocent.
Quite lovely!
greenmountaineeralmost 10 years agoAuthorThanks, Cleardaynow. Your comment got me thinking as they often do. Actually, I think the whole last couplet is superfluous, particulrly "put me through the ringer," that dreaded cliché I'm pretty sure 1201 will slap my poettic wrists about, pen in hand, if he visits. Absent that, I think it takes the edge off what might be considered another, "hands down," although not as obvious in my opinion. I like this better:
"OK, let's forget about Susan,
but there was Babette, that cute foreign student,
who had a certain je ne sais quoi,
hands down.
tazz317almost 10 years agowith the old type washer machine as the fetish, TK U MLJ LV NV
Cleardaynowalmost 10 years agoFor some reason my last comment was put in as anonymous - actually my first ever anonymous comment on the site
Cleardaynow
