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    dots Submission Name: The Joys of a Teenage Boydots

    Author: Emerging Soul
    ASL Info:    48/VERY female/Wisconsin
    Elite Ratio:    4.36 - 1240/1114/244
    Words: 366
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       Recently my husband was contacted by some folks at Harley Davidson in Milwaukee, WI to let them come to an abandoned factory site that our company is wrecking to shoot a swimsuit calendar for 2005. He offered to excuse my son and at least one of his buddies from school to come out and "watch" the photography session when it happens later this month...I thought he'd bust right out of his pants right there. He ran up to his room and was on the phone in about 5 seconds, no doubt spreading the news to his pals so they could salivate in envy and jostle for postition as the buddy in attendance that day.

    Sometimes happiness is very simple, isn't it?


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    dotsThe Joys of a Teenage Boydots

    He is suddenly doing laundry
    In the wee hours of the night
    I will awaken him in the morning
    As he lies upon the stripped mattress
    Wrapped in the cocoon of his comforter
    He sighs and struggles to find the energy to rise
    Never learning the lesson of not staying up late
    On school nights
    Helping him look for something in his room
    He nearly flies across his bed
    To stop me from opening a drawer
    In his bedside table
    "It isn't in there!" he says, "I already looked!"
    A bit TOO urgent, sending up red flags
    That I don't let him see
    Later, when he is at school, I peek
    Sure enough, a stack of well-worn magazines
    "Playboy", "Penthouse", and even
    (and I have to laugh at this)
    a swim-suit and lingerie edition of my "Victoria's Secret" catalog
    He is suddenly taking frequent showers
    When it was always a battle to get him to bathe
    My daughter complains that
    "he uses shampoo like he's just dumping it down the drain!"
    And I secretly smile, doubting that much of it
    Got used on the the head with hair
    There are posters now, stuck to the walls of his room
    With duct tape
    "MAXIM" posters, "Bacardi Girls"
    Scantilly-clad in swimsuits and leather erotica
    (Some bonding fetish in its infancy, I wonder?)
    Large breasts and impossibly tiny waists
    On motorcycles or wrapped around guitars
    The only other non-female posters
    Highlighting guitar chords and gleaming Fender's
    His aspiration to form his own band someday
    Equalling his newly-discovered obsession with sex
    So strange to see this man emerging
    When it seemed like just yesterday
    That he was singing with Barney
    And playing with his Power Ranger toys
    Wetting his pants and crying over skinned knees
    But I say nothing about the magazines
    And do not censor the posters or pursue the subject
    Of the potential dangers of using shampoo
    For things other than washing hair
    (wouldn't that sting if it got up inside...?)
    No...I step aside and let the harmlessness of nature occur
    My little boy is growing up
    I can't help but smile as I watch

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      I thought this was cool....it was certainly easy to read and to relate to...not that I ever did stuff like that...I just know some friends who....Sounds like you are a cool mom, not to embarrass him. I aren't a fan of being greeted by great big poems..but this was good and a pleasure to read. Excellent slice of life piece
    | Posted on 2004-09-13 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]
      Oh my.., l have a son who is just starting to merge..., and this poem of yours is somewhat scary, but not.., l always make sure l knock on his door before entering, cause l dont' want to see anything..., that the shampoo might be used for...
    | Posted on 2004-09-13 00:00:00 | by Vibrant | [ Reply to This ]

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