Herbert Nehrlich - Visitor*

She wore fat shoulder pads,
a corset made of steel,
in school, most of the lads
were in it for the feel.
With lust inside their eyes
saliva on fresh lips,
they argued about size
and took those frequent nips.
One day she came to school
went to the ladies' loo,
and like a dimwit fool
I never thought of you.

Herbert Nehrlich

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