S. O. Fasrus Poet Rhyme

Ted

Ted was a proper torturer
he'd gag me after tea
he'd ram a flannel down my gob
then dangle me on his knee

A virgin when I married
my mums and dad were Mormons
home-schoolers don't do sex Ed. much
though they did go on about hormones

I thought Ted's ways were normal
it was all new ground to me
my terrified eyes would turn him on
so I didn't have the heart to flee

I got used to the violent jerking
I got used to a gob full of flannel
but I wished I'd prayed and made a fuss
when he hid me behind his panel.

S O F

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Lindsay Laurie February 15, 2019 at 6:51 PM G'day S. O. Fasrus … Cripes! If your poem is fact, although I have heard this bullying does happen, it's a darn disgrace. I suppose we only know what we learn if we're isolated - thank you S. O. - Lindsay S. O. Fasrus February 15, 2019 at 7:07 PM It is not my fact. But there are enough news stories of sadists around to know that this is a conceivable experience for some. The 'I' in the poem is of the Dramatic Personae kind.