Confessions of a Teenage Boy

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     This year I asked Santa for a Harley
     and a flagon of wine made of barley.
       Then I asked God alone
       for an angel of my own,
     only not one of His, one of Charlie’s!

                       `~~~

 The hot girl next door at her window stands
 and through it I gaze her soft buxom glands.
   When the moment I seize
   it’s at times such as these
 I’m so glad I’m not Edward Scissorhands!

                         ~~~

 My ma said something I couldn’t ignore
 at dinner time and my jaw hit the floor.
   Okay, but I think you’ll find
     any more and I’ll go blind,
 “No, I said you need to masticate more!”


         Written: January 2018

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