Tiger eyes may feast on the stark nakedness
in which you descend upon us
from the silver throne of the gods
ye gods, indeed
Weaving amongst staring students
you walk past desk after fake wood desk
until you reach ms. fingles'
Her questioning eyes roam from your toes
up to your eyes and says
"bob, go to your seat now"
As you turn you feel her stare
and shuffle nervously trying to cover your "parts"
Heather, your long term crush looks at you
blushing prettily as she asks if you have an extra pencil
Damn, you forgot your backpack
small wonder your buns were feeling so cold
As you apologize to heather she saunters towards you
reaches down, opens her mouth and
out comes little green martian men
that reach up to pull your hair while screaming
"mommy, bobby fell asleep in the shower again"