TEEN KISS

January 30, 1999

Wisdom asks a valid question:
“If one sheep sticks his head in a hole,
Should all sheep make the same their goal?"
The obvious answer is my suggestion.

Teen-age girls in a middle school
Saw on the mirror in the “little girl’s room”
Lipstick prints, and I presume
That they thought that was really cool.

The custodian soon left his note,
Not too harsh, and not too gentle,
Not naive, and not too mental;
And this is what he wrote:

“Please don’t kiss the rest-room glass.”
We were in the middle school;
We had somehow to break the rule,
If we the teen-age test would pass.

Red, purple, pink; yes, even black!
Large lips, small lips and in between,
On that rest-room glass were seen,
Where “mimic-maidens” left their smack.

The custodian came to his wit’s end,
Then called upon a favorite teacher,
A kindly, loving, much loved creature,
Whom all the girls called their friend.

She summoned him and all those lassies
To meet with her right at three-thirty,
To watch some one do something dirty,
Down at their favorite looking-glasses.

He slowly swirled a long brown brush
Round and round in the commode;
From there to mirror he slowly strode;
How loud the sound of their quiet hush!

He brushed that glass ‘til it was clean,
No word was said by her or him,
Nor exclamation from one of them:
But lipstick prints no more were seen.