Short Leander Poems

Fourth-grader, Leander had his hands down his pants.
Sitting on the rug, doing what people do but usually, in their sleep.
His young teacher said, "“Leander, please put your hands in the air!”
He said “I have to itch my junk.”
I smiled when she told me this. “What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything. I don’t have junk, so I kept quiet.”...

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Leander, my teen-friend in Kalentong
So handsome and so white.
One time, we crossed the bridge of neverlong
Far away from Planetarium with kite.
We saw a painting on a high concrete wall...
He said, "Spoliarium, too big and too tall!"
I said, "No.  It looks like one in our school auditorium."
When we turned around, we are already in a polyandrium.
Then we ran....

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