Temptation

When we were aged six

and went to parties together

you were annoying because

you were A GIRL.

So when you bent over

to tighten your sandals

presenting your bottom

as neat as an acorn

the temptation was too much:

a well aimed boot propelled you

into a patch of stinging nettles

from which you howled.

Fifty years later

you have not forgiven me.

© Tim Scott

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