Poetry

After The Glance

He sees me and I turn

My cheeks turn red and burn

Did he catch me staring?

Am I beyond caring?

His hazel eyes examine me

I pretend to look away

They peer and leer and prod and poke

And then I hear him say

‘My place or yours?’ – The Creep!

I can’t believe the cheek!

I quickly change my place

And slap him ‘round the face!

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