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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