In Art class she would sit down,
Asked us boys to turn around…
With skirts placed
We could turn and faced,
Our art teacher throwing clay down!
His thyroid giving him trouble,
A specialist called on the double…
She caught his eye
So she could subside,
Was skirt arranging the trouble?
All across the stage,
The redhead shortened his age…
Four or five times
She startled him reading lines,
His interest grew less with each page.
Slow to see slight of hand,
For a woman he’ll confuse on demand…
Deflects him away from taboo land!