Two boys of the primary school, <br />thought it would be exceedingly cool, <br />if they'd take a big leak <br />at the end of the week <br />but their Dad said no 'P' in the ool. <br /> <br />So they aimed for the very top rafter <br />but the peeing then triggered much laughter. <br />Very soon it was plain <br />that much yellowish rain <br />soaked their clothes and their bodies therafter. <br /> <br />Came the janitor whom they called Master, <br />and his face looked like fresh alabaster, <br />'What's the raindrops in here, <br />they resembles good beer', <br />well the man was a walking disaster. <br /> <br />Just a snippet from long ago days <br />we had tricks up our sleeves and our ways, <br />on some Saturday nights <br />we hung, glued to the lights <br />and watched girls in the bath through the haze. <br /> <br />You must picture this, agile we were, <br />on a ladder or trellis, yes Sir. <br />Little Gina would moon <br />like a female Neptun <br />though the details were sometimes a blur.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/primary-school/
