A jester, a fool,
A spitfire at school,
I love a good joke
on unsuspecting folk
Think the best one I played
was bugging the PA,
Hooked it up to the staffroom,
To hear all teachers say
What I wasn't expecting
was the whole school to find
the PE teachers affair with the vice principals wife,
That just blew my mind
The whole school was laughing
as they chattered away,
Flirting and teasing,
The noises they made were a dead giveaway
Now that I'm an adult,
Still nothing has changed
except the people I play them on
Are now rearranged
My poor husband cops the worst of them,
Pillows smothered in lube,
Doing my spastic or old lady acts,
One day he will wake to no pubes
Although my parents weren't scot free,
Dad had a skeleton from work in the shed,
I used to dress it up every day,
Scuba outfits, bikers with painted hole in the head
I'll never grow up, I am now thirty-six,
I don't think that I'll ever adapt,
But if ever I become old and boring,
Im sure hubby will give me a slap
Author notes
My poor husband has to put up with constant tickling, being dated when he bends over (dressed of course lol), that one he gets up me for but he still laughs.
A contest entry
- Prompt Semi-Quickie by JeannieD Hunter.
500 points, ended November 16, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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Wonderful
Very creative and so well expressed Best of luck in the contest.
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being young at heart keeps one alive well and happy forever
Love the imagery and the thoughts. blessings always~Trisha Best to you in this contest
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The poor man! I don't wanna grow up either. Great take on the prompt. Thank you for entering and good luck!
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