Underwear Made For a Boy

If you sit tight, and promise not to spite I will tell you a story, when I was not in my glory grade one, a new chapter who knew my teacher would be a captor? that’s right! I said it! a washroom run, she did not permit there I stood as still as I could but I couldn’t help wiggle, then jiggle, and out popped a nervous giggle first I got a casual stare not two seconds later, a frightening glare Oh no! I thought a quick exit I sought I could feel the rush coming my small feet started drumming how could she be so cruel? this has got to be against some rule! and there it went the warm stream I could not prevent I could tell she was mad but I had to go SO bad! she pointed the way out boy! Did she shout! “go to the loo! You twitsy-poo”! Oh. So you thought that was it? why don’t you take another short sit to the principals office I walked down sporting a most shameful frown she also looked unimpressed thank goodness, I was wearing a dress my underwear was wet but my clothes remained dry if I had to wear lost and found clothes again, I surely would cry I pictured Mrs. Marriotti as a belly dancer while she called mom for dry underwear, but there was no answer I was vexed, with what happened next you’ll never believe me the travesty that was caused by my pee not only was I humiliated, and my new teacher I did annoy but the underwear I had to wear for the day was made for a BOY! Diana-Marie Bombardieri January 30, 2012 CONTEST - Dr. Seuss is on the loose (G. Rix)