London Bridges

“London Bridges falling down,
falling down!…

all
fall
DOWN!”

and the little girls
would all fall
on their butts
laughing

and I’d see their
panties

then we’d get up
hold hands
and
circle:

“London Bridges falling down,
falling down!…

all
fall
DOWN!”

and I’d see their
panties
again.

“Hey, Henry,” the guys
would say to me,
“you’re always playing
with
the girls!”

“you guys are too
tough for me,” I’d
tell them.

they liked
that.

and my mother would
ask, “Henry, how come
the backs of your
pants
always have
grass stains?”

“what stains,
Mom?”

you don’t know the
trouble I had
just to see
those
panties

and it’s never
stopped.

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