There once was a mother to be
Who in a bodice had been a sight to see
But her new surcoat lent
Her body the shape of a tent
She wailed "what has happened to me?"

In honor of my dear child Amber and our travails this day, I give you:

There once was a girl of fourteen
Who made her mother be mean
When she mouthed off in school
Like an idiot fool
And told her teacher to suck on a peen

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( You walk into the office, your eyes meet mine and you smile. )

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A poem, free form, about the nature of lust and attraction.

( Shoulders forward, you slouch through the office.
Pants droop low on your hips, taunting gravity and tempting me.
How, I wonder, can I be attracted to someone so young?
Someone who dresses like a hip-hop video?
But I am.
I find you compelling. )

Coy sunlight, she flirts;
Peeking over your shoulder
She catches your eye

Winking from mirrors
Dancing on your diamonds
Laughing in windows

She knows her beauty
And does not fear to unleash
Her smoldering gaze.