34.       The day I started puberty

As if out of nowhere a field of curly black crops appeared in my underpants

I never wanted to be a farmer.

I had no interest to maintain them

So I just let them grow wild and free.

Every now and then I would twiddle them round my finger

In the same way a pondering man may stroke his chin

Therapeutic.

But one day I removed my finger too swiftly and felt a pain new to me

Half arsed farming is a dangerous game

I now maintain my crop accordingly