Face Fuck Book #89- Bobby G

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Part 61 of the 66 part series

Updated 10/31/2022
Created 05/04/2013
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Face Fuck Book #89- Bobby G

There he is
       Bobby G
A teacher now
       must be fun
Little Bobbie never even five-two
       blond crew cut
       eyes blue
As many of the eastern Jews
Whose parents escaped
The heat the Nazi's baked
Born in Israel, though
Trained to fight by a commando
Showed up in school one morning at seven
Must have been but eleven
Challenged every bully there
Every big kid unaware
We made large circles on the playground
Must have been a hundred kids surround
He literally tore the champions apart
Moves we'd never seen to start
We tried to memorize by heart
But too fast they'd fall
You'd need a slo-mo cam
       to catch it all
Tougher than a cobbler's shoe nail
       he'd never fail
       to put them in the dust
Before the principle would rush
       in and drag them both to the gym
       or wherever the prin put him
Haven't seen Bobby G in many years
The though of him just brings fear
When last seen
       I was quite tall
       I still didn't have the gall
       To shout, "I'm call'en you out"
We met by chance
       he loved to dance
Roberta was having her 21st
       a hot July fit for thirst
We were all of draft age by then
       Uncle Sam was fighting again
A band was hired
Bobby was on fire
Perhaps he'd had too much to drink
       I myself was feeling pink
       a little nauseous in the sink
       I went to catch a breath of fresh air
I found him seated there
       in my opened car
       he hadn't wandered far
       there behind a dogwood tree  
       Roberta's mother I did not see
She was there upon her knees  
Her lipsticked lips were open wide
       a small cock had slipped inside
       but you might say
       it was perfect in every way
       although its head
       was tinged a little red  
Childhood merges with adult life
We go on to kids and wives
Says here Bobby has four sons
I'll have to look him up one
       day if I get out his way
I see he's still with Naomi
The army nurse who helped to carry
       him off
       the ambulance plane
       from Viet Nam
Naomi was at least 5-10
I'd like to see them both again
Little Bobby G
       there were tougher guys
       in Nam
       you see

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Ashesh9Ashesh9almost 11 years ago
a Slice of Real Life

poem : i await your fables expectantly every week !

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