BOY'S TALK 1961

TWO SCHOOL BOY TALK OF A GIRL IN THE GIRL'S PLAYGROUND IN 1961.

You're in the girls' playground

walking with another girl.

I'm in the boy's playground

with Nigel.

I can see you

from where I am,

your red hair

redder looking

in the sunshine.

I point you out to Nigel.

O a red-head,

he said,

steer clear of her,

she's a prick teaser.

Is she?

I said,

pretending I understood

what he was saying.

Yes, word is she offers it

but it's all game with her,

Nigel said.

I see,

I said,

looking at you

walking by the fence

in deep conversation

with this other girl.

I wonder if her p***y's

the same colour

as her head of hair?

He said,

smiling,

giving me the nudge

with his elbow.

I smiled, too,

but a bit lost,

but wanting to be

on to what he was saying,

I said,

p***y?

He said,

her pubic hair.

O right,

I said,

looking at you

walking off further

from the fence.

I think her name's

Lizbeth something-or-other,

Nigel said,

do you know her?

No,

I said,

just seen her

and that red hair of hers.

Best not to,

he said.

I mused on you

walking away,

your school dress

swaying as you walked.

I knew it was red

as your hair,

I'd seen it that time

you tried to seduce me

in your room,

but I hadn't let you,

and you stood there

with your red thatch of hair.