Sue Dorn was more than a thorn,
Across the playground she demanded
My stare, my mouth hanging open
My best gormless look
A magnet to every boy,
Like bees round a honey pot
Like maggots hanging on her every smile.
I dreamt of her at night
My first wet dream
My first scream
What is this girl doing to me?
How to get onto her team.
Written for: https://chelseaannowens.com/2020/02/08/the-weekly-terrible-poetry-contest-2-8-2-14/
Morpethroad 
I’m not going to say that’s fantastic cos it’s supposed to be terrible, though I will say I like some of the less oft’used imagery
Oh, dear! 😀