HOT BALL CONGA
Wet girls huddle under a thick spruce
Squeals and screams
Summer soaker cloud burst
Streams of mascara
Hair washed together
Clothing sticking to every body
July
Stay wet girls
Don't let that hot bald bone
Dry you
Fry you
Evaporate into the sky you
Emerse yourselves in
Bodies of water
Lakes, pools
Oceans, bubble baths
Keep the boys thirsty
For your moisture
Beach the boys
Like whales
With your bikinis
Strand them in the sand
Make them understand
The wet wild nature child
Who lightning tickles
And thunder claps
With each smack
Of your lips
Don Arrup
Saitre1
SUMMER CLOCK
The serious business of fun
Pursued for its own sake
By boys who worship the Sun
And open space
In full command of agenda
Big boys propose
And hotly debate
Little boys craving inclusion
Follow arguments
And weigh their fate
They want to be big boys
Big boys want to be men
And men just want to be
Boys again
Days without hours
Only sunrise and set
Hold off September
Back to school again
Don Arrup
Satire1
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