The Third Day of Mountjoy
[The gift of music is what the MPS Poet Laureate Mountjoy is giving us this year. That and his haiku showing us how these songs fit the usual Mountjoy oeuvre of unabashed, hotbed of unbridled lust, as only Mounty can. -- Tengrain]
Then I Kissed The Teacher
When “Rear of The Year”
Agnetha, kissed the teacher,
We were all jealous

judging by the facial hair, those two guys in the second row were held back a couple years.
Ah, well, it WAS the 1970′s and Sweden – home of liberal sexuality. These days, despite the entrapment, poor old teach would do 5-7 years and be on a sex offenders list for life. The times they are a changin’….
Aaaah, the flaxen haired Viking siren who haunted the fevered dreams of my youth….did I just say that out loud?
Not better with age I’ll tell you…
Reminds me of Newt Gingrich’s ringtone.