I remember my last year at school;
My hormones turned me to a fool.
All those beautiful girls
In their gym-slips and curls!
In the classroom I couldn't keep cool.

On the field, playing tennis or hockey,
Athletic girrls, lissom or stocky,
I lusted them all,
Whether short, fat or tall,
They'd all cause a rise of my cocky.

At a hole in their changing room wall,
I was peeping as after netball,
They emerged from the showers,
And I looked at their flowers,
They were wonderful things, one and all.


For my collar I felt a hand reaching;
"The rules, Ogg you surely are breaching.."
So thus spake the head.
My face sure was red....
I decided I must give up teaching.

Tiddy Ogg.

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