Polka Dots
Her dressy-dress with polka dots.
As boys count them they get the hots.
They stop at thighs.
Swirl of those pert little circles,
higher and higher encircles.
Fever does rise.
Like a quiz, eyes fill in the dots.
One by one the boys take a shot.
They birth their lies.
Each competitive archer, shoots
For the center, as the prize hoots —
Her laugh not shy.
Those little pearls of color red
and her dressy-dress knocks them dead,
as lost boys sigh.
Except for one boy whose hatching
a plot — he’s wearing a matching
polka dot tie.
1/9/2019
Polka Dots/Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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