This is a story of our first teacher. Shetland made her jumpers. And the Devil made her features. Threw up her hands when my mum said our names. Embroidered all her stories with slanderous claims.
I'd never been lucky with girls I confess. Don't know who to blame for my lack of success. Cause even with ones up the back of a bus. There was always the risk of a slap in the puss.