Like A Girl by Philip F De Pinto It felt strange Awkward even To be young and schoolboy And witness to two young girls Fighting and tussling on the floor And pulling each others tresses for good measure Yanking them as if they were weeds I recall one of the young girls was named MaryLou And the other was named Thomas Who was not a girl at all Although he sure acted like one at times And so he may as well have been one that day Which was not fair to MaryLou Given the girl she was grappling with had much the lesser hairs To grasp and pull for good measure As opposed to her own lengthy and lustrous tresses Which Thomas used to his great advantage Yanking them out by the fistfuls To stuff his pillow with no doubt It feels strange and awkward still Years removed from school and boyhood Not to know what precipitated that fight? Why no one tried to stop it? But we all sat there entranced and in a way charmed And hopeful even ( at least that was the case with me ) That Thomas would yank enough sweet scented weeds That a boy who was MaryLou's secret admirer Might stuff a pillow with In retrospect I wish I lacked not the courage To act like a girl at times That I might have instigated a fight with MaryLou And gathered my own tresses to stuff a pillow with And not be so reliant on Thomas Acting like a girl for other than his own sake 08/29/2014 Posted on 08/29/2014 Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/30/14 at 01:47 PM Great story poem Phil. Reminds me of my own school days, when a fight would break out, sometimes with me included, and everyone would shout FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT. No one would intervene except a teacher. It was always boy again boy though. Fighting with a girl that way seem a bit weird. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)