When Verity Was
When Verity was only five she’d kiss the boys, oh how they cried
When Verity was nearly ten, they squirmed when she kissed them again
She had some birthdays, one or two, the boys began to form a queue
When Verity became fifteen, a queue so long there’d never been
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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