He thought back to the days when boys would go <br />at recess to the half door boys' latrine, <br />one had to hold then pull the trigger so <br />that, once released, the stream would be so mean <br />it nudged the ceiling and would echo back at once <br />and showered (ill prepared) and local fathers' sons. <br /> <br />Time would rush past of course, it always did <br />and small moustaches grew, nights were for dreams, <br />no teacher wanted to hold down the lid <br />and trousers stretched at times beyond their seams. <br />There was a loggers' camp near the old mill <br />they'd meet to once again take aim and shoot <br />away from prying eyes well past the hill <br />there was such innocence, they were so cute!<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awakening-of-schoolboys/
