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A Spell That Is Hard To Resist!
I was sitting alone on a park bench
reading a book - about how to protect my eyes from its Zina*
When an old woman passed by with
A blonde schoolgirl
Dressed up to the nines,
Grin in tact,
Butt in high gear
Swaying left to the right
Right to the left
Like the ship's lanterns in the raging storm.
I couldn't resist
The dangling bait
Nor I could deflate my sudden bulge
I put the book aside
Squinted my eyes
On the earthquake swarms region
My inner gas tank
Slowly was getting higher
Almost to the brim
When a bus approached as if from nowhere
And stopped in between
Pocking out my voyeuristic gaze.
"Oh,no..not now,I was almost.."