Impertinent

by beighartman

It was happenstance
That I was feeling particularly
Flippant that day
And instigated by my cronies
That when you strode by
In rose colored shorts
And the words “Rah-Rah”
Tapered across your butt cheeks
I couldn’t resist but to holler
“What does Rah-Rah mean?”
To which you returned a glare
Where the phrase ‘if looks could kill’
Was inevitably derived—
Later on I discovered that those words
Implied the shouts of cheerleaders
And I hate cheerleaders
But wow did you look gorgeous