{ a lesson on boys in grade school }

{ a lesson on boys in grade school }

A Poem by Rowe Boat

{ a lesson on boys in grade school }

  

1. Crushes don’t involve the violent use of rocks or heavy objects such as chairs


2. Don’t play house with that boy. He only wants to show you his batman boxer briefs.


3. Sometimes a game of ‘boys chase girls’ can result in a broken tooth. Don’t fret. It was going to fall out anyway.


4. Nobody will remember the time you tripped and they laughed.


5. Keep playing with flowers. They are good. You are good. He can wait.


6. Sometimes you’ll run into him at the grocery store, and it’s okay to hide behind your mother’s legs.

© 2013 Rowe Boat



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This was fun! Looking back on elementary school... I don't think I ever saw another boy go as far as #1, I new quite a few that would take number 2 much further if the girls weren't careful. I think number 3 was the other way around usually. And it was only because some guy pulled out a hair ribbon or took something to instigate the chase. I rarely saw boys doing the chasing. 4. I agree... if fades like the wind. 5 was certainly prolific, I think I saw quite a few boys trying the smell the flowers too, but they would get teased. 6 makes me laugh because I was always the one that went and hid, when I passed a girl from school! lol

Thanks for the wonderful list!
Aaron

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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hahaha that's awesome! Great stuff

Posted 4 Years Ago


A good piece. In 19th and pre Century poetry and songs, 'flowers/Plants' are a metaphor for sex/virginity Etc e.g. 'Let no man steal your Thyme away". Makes number 5 a bit interesting.

Posted 4 Years Ago


5. Keep playing with flowers. They are good. You are good. He can wait.

I absolutely adore this poem. To me it totally captures childhood and our journey trying to figure out how to interact with those sill boys!

Good job! I am really impressed with this and it was so much fun to read!!

Posted 4 Years Ago


I love that. Your poem speaks truth. I wish I would of thought about those things.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Ha! Cute.............................................

Posted 4 Years Ago


LOL what a cute post... I remember my first boyfriend like it was yesterday.. Kindergarten... In the fourth grade when he moved away it took four kids to hold me down so he could give me a kiss on the cheek good-bye.. lol shallimarRose

Posted 4 Years Ago


I like the truth in this piece, especially in #4.

Posted 4 Years Ago


This was fun, sweet, and true...especially line #2. "Batman boxer briefs, too funny! Thanks for the chuckle!

Posted 4 Years Ago


As usual, simple but witty and fantastic :3

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was fun! Looking back on elementary school... I don't think I ever saw another boy go as far as #1, I new quite a few that would take number 2 much further if the girls weren't careful. I think number 3 was the other way around usually. And it was only because some guy pulled out a hair ribbon or took something to instigate the chase. I rarely saw boys doing the chasing. 4. I agree... if fades like the wind. 5 was certainly prolific, I think I saw quite a few boys trying the smell the flowers too, but they would get teased. 6 makes me laugh because I was always the one that went and hid, when I passed a girl from school! lol

Thanks for the wonderful list!
Aaron

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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