Puberty
by Ron Lauderbach
I usually spent Friday
nights at John’s house
and since we could not
spell allow, we wrote
No girls can come in,
over the entrance to
our fort, except Linda
and Susan. We competed
to see which one of us
could support the most
wire coat-hangers on his
new-found erection that
suddenly poked out of our
Roy Rogers pajamas until
we tired of it and went
outside to dig up and
examine the decomposed
perch we buried to fertilize
our watermelon plant.
About the Author
Ron Lauderbach writes poetry to celebrate his long life, for which he is grateful, and to preserve, by sharing, memories and life’s lessons. After retiring from teaching high school English and journalism, he earned an MFA Creative Writing poetry at SDSU. His work is in many journals as well as Reader’s Digest and Saturday Evening Post.