Lessons Of Miss Bleu Poem by Terry Collett

Nature study lessons
were the best
because we had Miss Bleu

and she was young
and pretty
and to us boys

it was like being
in a kind of school boy heaven
we even took notice

of the things she told us
in her sexy voice
and her slim fingers

pointing things out
and those slim legs
and if she stood

on the chair to reach up
to get something
from on top

of the cupboard
her green skirt
would rise up

and we gawked
at her stockings
and the tops

where the suspenders met
and when she sat
at the her desk

she would sometimes
cross her leg
over the other

in that way she had
and us boys would
watched her like

young hawks for prey
now now boys
she said

settle down
focus on the subject at hand
and we did only

it wasn't necessarily
the subject she
was teaching

the girls in class
sat and watched her
for different reason

from us boys
to them she was how
they wanted to be

(or some of them)
who is going to help
put out these books?

she would ask
and a dozen boys
would fall over themselves

to do whatever
she wanted us to do
when she showed us

a frog once in class
it escaped and she jumped
on her chair

and at least 5 boys
leapt to her defence
and caught the frog

and put it back
in the glass tank
while other boys

studied the colour
of her suspenders
or well no mind what else

and when the bell
went for end of class
a soft sigh went out

from boys
rising to
the classroom sky.