Moon Shot

The mid seventies was a great time for a guy to be in high school, The girls wore dresses so short that they would make me start to drool, My girl wore skirts that were so micro mini that my concentration suffered, When I saw her walking down the hall all other thoughts were buffered. One day as we left the parking lot she was talking about her history class, She wanted to show me something and just couldn’t let the moment pass. My car was big and my girl was short and to reach the rear was quite a feat, She had to lean over to retrieve her notes from behind the driver’s seat. And when she did the position that she took I can report without exaggeration, Was a highlight of my young life and left little to my imagination. Today there is a lot of talk about cell phones being dangerous distractions, But nothing like that would ever compare to my girl’s lunarous attractions. As I watched the parked car that I’d hit, roll across three lawns and into a tree, I noticed my girl sitting on the floor with her legs in the air, looking up at me. A policeman came to investigate but there was nothing to refute, So he cited me for having a girlfriend that was calamitously too cute. I waited with that cop while my wrinkled car was being towed, The only thing that he said to me was, “Next time, eyes on the road.” I am who I am and there is very little ground left for me to defend, Because I knew that if I did it once, I’d most likely do it again.