Football Burt
So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.
All the girls,
would moan, and sigh,
every time,
this hunk passed by.
Not a beauty,
I was tall, and lean,
some called me beanpole,
kids can be so mean.
So unnoticed,
and so very shy,
if a guy spoke to me,
I would nearly die.
My face turned red,
as my heart raced crazy wild,
it happened every time,
a guy would smile.
Then it seemed,
a change came overnight,
my clothes started clinging,
to my curves overnight.
My hair started growing,
and the color changed,
the sunshine had bleached it,
or that was what I claimed.
Enjoying my freshman year
in my mini skirt,
a high school girl,
learning to flirt.
So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.
|