The Birds and the Bees Pg13

Yup, just like this. This is how dad told us about the wonders of life. No eye contact at all.

One day my father told his four sons to climb into the car,
He wouldn’t tell us where we were going just that it wasn’t far.

I sat in the front next to dad the other three sat in back,
Boys it’s time we had a talk about a subject that you lack.

I want to talk to the four of you about something that’s called sex,
Collectively we held our breath because of the horror that came next.

I am sure that you have started to notice there’s a difference in girls,
Their bodies are soft, curvy and round and their hair looks good in curls.

I promised that I had taken some notice, there was no need for him to fear,
Because I was now sixteen years old and had been dating for over a year.

Then this talk is for the benefit of the younger ones in the back,
Be helpful and sit quietly and don’t give me anymore of your flack.

This trip in the car with him was the longest that could ever be,
Then he asked, “Can you define ridged for your brothers and me?”

The only thing that I could imagine worse than his talk selection,
Was when he extended his left arm in order to demonstrate an ********.

It hung flaccid out the window but slowly it started to rise,
Until it pointed straight to the left, a stiff arm, hard on prize.

Out the window the visual aid of my dad’s left arm *****,
Made the guy behind us think that we were turning at each corner.

As we returned to home dad said that mom had found some books,
They had information with helpful pictures and we should take a look.

From this whole experience there was something for me to learn,
Sometimes I’ll turn to my wife at night and signal for a turn.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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October 2, 2011 at 1:28 AM
I like your style Tony, I guess you got it from your Dad... smiles...Margaret
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October 1, 2011 at 8:53 PM
Tony, egads! ROFLMAO. I wouldn't be able to look at my dad's arm for the rest of my life. Too funny. To share: When I was five, I asked how babies were made. My mom said, "When a girl and boy fall in love they make babies." That night, I couldn't sleep. I was terrified. I ended up crying uncontrolably. My mom came to me asked what was wrong. "I'm going to have a baby," I said. "I love a boy, so when does it come out?" Honest. True story. Kindergarten me with a crush thought I was preggers. ;-)
Wesley Avatar
October 1, 2011 at 7:30 PM
I'm bent over in hysterics, out of control reading this. Can it be true? Can I put it in my favs?
Kendrick Avatar
October 1, 2011 at 4:45 PM
Excellent sense of humor that you possess..Enjoyed your little lesson..I am glad that I chose this one to read this afternoon..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and commenting on my work..Sara
Onclaud Avatar
October 1, 2011 at 12:11 PM
with fondness and charm! ..:) huggs, nette
Jones Avatar
October 1, 2011 at 11:27 AM
:D write ON!!~N
J Avatar
October 1, 2011 at 9:42 AM
Oh, this is nice. Great ending. Fond memories. Your father loved you very much. I read of a kind and warm person in this write. You are very lucky.
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October 1, 2011 at 9:21 AM
Tony, I never knew experiences came with reason,,, glad u learn,... take care,..p.d.
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