Lost in childhood

Mrs James was a big woman.

At Church socials,

I now ask,

Did she deliberately

Attempt to kill young boys?

To mix the crowd


We changed partners in the,

Pride of Erin,

And by progressive twirls,

The Barn Dance.


I had been

Unwillingly jammed tight


Those girls.

At those dances.

(For levity

I use name Christine

Calls her ample bosoms


Many decades later.)

Tonight –

As she approached –

She would again

Crush my face betwixt

Her body.

My boyhood fear


I would


Wedged in the flesh

And suffocate.

The music stopped

And I

Grew to


The unfounded fear

Was want of


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