Peter Pan in Chartreuse

“I’m not going to bed”

—Geraldine McCaughrean

Peter Pan in Scarlet

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I was shocked, simply shocked—

My kept boy Peter being so adamant

Usually he couldn’t wait to smoke a joint—

And then jump into bed right away, my dears  

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The poor pouty pillows were simply miffed—

And the eiderdowns didn’t know what to do

“You’ve been having wetdreams, haven’t you?”

I said tenderly to my cute chicken kept boy

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“Such a trial, I know Peter, my poor child”—

Remembering back when I was growing up too

Right in the middle of the night they’d come—

Nocturnal Emissions from NeverNever Land

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But what could a proper polite Wendy Boy do—

Other than let caution fly to the wind each night?

Poor little Peter pouted some more—

Such a pouty little Prick the kid could be

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Actually I sort of liked him that way—

So much like a Teenage Truant God Pan

Unable to control his Hormonal Sex Life—

Sudden Ejaculations in the Middle of the Night!!!

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Gawd knows what Aching Archetypal Angels—

Came quivering in the kid’s wetdreams back then

It wasn’t very pretty though being Peter Pan—

An Adolescent gone amok with his Testosterone

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Squirting his Spastic Harelipped Cross-Eyed—

Stupid Idiot Savant Brains out in bed at night

My Peter Pan Chicken Loverboy so cute—

Blushing in Scarlet, such a shy young Trick

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Nothing compared with me though, my dears—

Simply oozing in Miss Jealous Chartreuse

I couldn’t help it though & you know why—

One can never ever be just a Boy again…