He got me into trouble
before the second date –
a lustful, careless coupling
against the garden gate.
He didn’t hang around, of course,
to see the consequences.
I had a heavy price to pay
for flirting by the fences.
It would have been a good idea
to practise some restraint.
If only I had read the signs –
the ones that said ‘Wet Paint’.
Sherri Turner lives in Surrey. She has had numerous short stories published in women’s magazines and has won prizes for both poetry and short stories. She likes to write silly poems when she feels in danger of forgetting that this is supposed to be fun.