| Author | Message | ||
| michael julius sottak
Advanced Member Username: julius Post Number: 2044 Registered: 12-2003 |
It was a biting November day a dusting of snow and a Nor'eesta thinking about blowing through but I was thumping my mittens together with no thoughts of my eight grade homework due on Sister Mary Ruth's Desk first period. I was watching Suzanne Defoe's plaid jumper blowing up her thighs... her hair dancing, as she reached up and down to hold herself together, a ballerina in a snow squall... It was magnificent... I felt my whole body stir. I looked over at Bobby O'Connery who was grinning like he just fell into a pot of candied apples... and said, "Jesus, look at those titties!" Well, Suzanne heard me...! I was sitting in front of Sister Mary Joseph shortly after the steel edged ruler caught my knuckles and Sister Mary Ruth marched me directly down to The Office. Suzanne, her tattle-tell eyes smouldering, smirked, and stuck out her tongue... I soon learned her breath was cinnamon | ||
| Emusing
Moderator Username: emusing Post Number: 2622 Registered: 08-2003 |
Ha! Great snapshot. No wooonder you're such a bad boy! Raised in plaid country  Just a smile for ye. No nits. E-Bird | ||
| Zephyr
Senior Member Username: zephyr Post Number: 3778 Registered: 07-2003 |
Hi julius,liked the tongue in cheek title, a good read and perfick ending - enjoyed. | ||
| ~M~
Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 6530 Registered: 11-1998 |
Surprisingly, I found this quite an innocent poem, j. Delightful because you captured the thoughts of an eighth grader and that time when sexual interest just begins to bud. A very nice romp to remember. Sorry about the knuckles! *LOL* | ||
| SplinterGroup
Advanced Member Username: splinter Post Number: 1002 Registered: 11-2003 |
I liked this piece Capn'. then again I like a good story well told so it is not so surpirising that I did like it. I am sure that for an old codger like yourself the eight grade ws a time of sexual awakening ---ain't so no mo'. More like fifth or sixth grade if my teaching memeory serves me right. Around here we never had "snow clothes" but I do remember Paula Jean Hebert looking awsome in a pink fuzzy angora sweater | ||
| michael julius sottak
Advanced Member Username: julius Post Number: 2046 Registered: 12-2003 |
plaid country, eh E? you got me laughing with that one. I sometimes wondered if a few wolves hadn't sneaked into that convent, Z...while sitting in Sr. Margaret Edwards office, staring at her five o'clock shadow... It was intended to be innocent & was at the time of this snapshot, MJ... thanks for noticing that's not very comforting news, Doc, now that I have two beautiful teenage daughters (but the boys understand I have adopted a cajun justice tenant: shoot first, question later, hehehe) thanks all for stopping in | ||
| Lazarus
Intermediate Member Username: lazarus Post Number: 993 Registered: 10-2005 |
MJ thanks for this innocent tale of early attraction. I'd forgotten how innocent it all could be, and that crack of the knuckels just letting you know it was going to get even better! And the earth, bristling and raw, tiny and lost resumes its search; rushing through the vast astonishment- Ted Hughes, from His Legs Ran About. | ||
| Gary Blankenship
Senior Member Username: garyb Post Number: 6515 Registered: 07-2001 |
A great twist at the end... I soon learned her breath was cinnamon I would not cap desk, but keep it on Office. Fun and the way it was. Smiles. Gary A River Transformed The Dawg House December Fireweed | ||
| Morgan Lafay
Advanced Member Username: morganlafay Post Number: 1375 Registered: 08-2005 |
Julius, loved this poem for all the reasons already mentioned. The beginning of curiosity and urges. Man, I'm glad I went to a rural school where you just got your ass smacked once with a board if you were bad. I hear the good sisters are merciless with those rulers and canes! Bestest! | ||
| michael julius sottak
Advanced Member Username: julius Post Number: 2048 Registered: 12-2003 |
If I recall correctly, Laz, by the end of the day she had slipped me a coy little apology note, which Sister Mary Ruth had seen sliding across the room, thank god she didn't look at the clock--it was riddled with my spit-balls, but I still got my fingers cracked, plus the priveleged embarrassment of reading the note out loud.... hehe, Gary, we walked to Cesarios Grocery (at least a mile, but we had shoes on and it really wasn't snowing), with all the pennies and nickles and we could find and bought a feast of penny candy, and of course cinnamon balls being the main course... Hey Morgan, I think you just like to get spanked! ... but yeah, those nuns could weild a ruler, even pack a punch, Sr. Mary Ruth damn near knocked my lights out one day with a left hook, after a successful note reception from Suzanne, funny what we remember, eh... appreciate all the comments & chuckles...j | ||
| Jim Doss
Senior Member Username: jimdoss Post Number: 1920 Registered: 12-2003 |
Dr. J, Loved the whole thing. Especially the ending. Jim My books are available at http://www.lulu.com/jimdoss. Visit Loch Raven Review at http://www.lochravenreview.net. Read the latest Trakl translations at http://www.literaturnische.de/Trakl/english/index-trakl-e.htm. | ||
| michael julius sottak
Advanced Member Username: julius Post Number: 2059 Registered: 12-2003 |
Thank you, Mr. Jim! | ||
| LJ Cohen
Moderator Username: ljc Post Number: 3905 Registered: 07-2002 |
Julius--enjoyed this, start to finish. best, ljc Once in a Blue Muse Blog | ||
| Laurie Byro
Advanced Member Username: lauriette Post Number: 1505 Registered: 11-2003 |
this is wonderful bravo darlin' lauriette |
