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An Exercise in Fertility
February 21, 2015
But one conception fills the teenage mind —
I do not speak for girls because I can
not get inside them; though I tend to find
that most young boys do feel this to a man.
My whims are dirty, yet I wish them clean.
My inside vision parks on parts undreamt
by dignified adults who prune and preen.
Alas, I am internally unkempt.
I certainly intend to procreate;
’til then I try for some sterility
of soul, yet in my head I consummate
an exercise in sweet fertility.
I am so glad to get that off my chest;
impurity and I remain abreast.
© Julia K., Old Tappan, NJ
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This satirical sonnet is about the hormonal effects of being a teenager (I cannot emphasize enough that it is EXAGGERATED!). I hope it elicits a laugh from some of you. :)