The shy boy watched the girl at her churn / with deep longing, but also concern. / As he stared at her fist / he desired an assist; / for her hand to grasp him did he yearn. /// He had offered her his helping hand, / (thinking less with his brain than a gland). / Then she said (of the stick), / “Not too long; not quite thick.” / And with that remark, he’s unmanned.
The shy boy watched the girl at her churn / with deep longing, but also concern. / As he stared at her fist / he desired an assist; / for her hand to grasp him did he yearn. /// He had offered her his helping hand, / (thinking less with his brain than a gland). / Then she said (of the stick), / “Not too long; not quite thick.” / And with that remark, he’s unmanned.