Poem: The Secret Neighborhood Club

by Will Faber <will_faber@wyrm.supernews.com>

Billy Barrett is a friend of mine. He's ten, lives down the street;
And in the woods behind his house there's something really neat:
We kids have found an old abandoned cellar twelve feet square,-
And not a single grown-up even knows that it is there!


We've formed a secret club that meets there several times a week,
And no one better ever tell about it, not a squeak!
'Cause if our folks found out, we know they'd really raise a fuss,
That we do to each other half the things they do to us!


Billy's older brother found the place, that's how it's all begun.
Then he and Billy got us all to join it one by one.
Each kid initiated has to dress a certain way,
Or, to describe it accurately, undress I should say.

He has to take his pants off on the very lowest stair,
Remove his briefs and walk around the room with bottom bare,
And not a word is he allowed of protest or of fear
As all the others squeeze or pinch or smack him on the rear.

We tie him up then with his arms around the corner pole
That runs from floor to ceiling, and its smooth and black as coal;
And, oh, what pain and shame he feels, and how he'll jump and twitch
As we whip his naked bottom with a belt or strap or switch!

Some kids will plead and cry from the beginning of their turn,
And they squirm and kick and wiggle as we make their bottoms burn;
Some kids like me and Billy tried our best to tough it out.
But soon our bottoms hurt so bad, we have to cry and shout.

And when the whipping's over, and you're still tied to that pole,
They dip a peg in Vaseline and stick it up your hole.
They stick it up there all the way, a smooth round peg of wood,
And though you yell and cry, it doesn't hurt at all,- feels good!

The whippings leave your butt all red and striped - just bruised, not cut!
And now you wonder when they'll take that peg out of your butt.
When Phil, my friend, asked this, the other kids would only shout:
"We'll leave that up to you - come on, let's see you grunt it out!"

But then they also warn you that you'd best think twice on it,
'Cause you'll also get an enema if it comes out with _s_h_i_t_,
'Cause Billy's swiped the biggest of his Grandma's rubber bags,
And if it's used. you know he'll fill it 'til it steams and sags!

But usually, try what you will, the peg stays in your hole,
'Cause they make sure it does as long as you're tied to that pole;
Then, when you are untied at last, they pat you all about
And tell you:"Run around the block before that peg comes out!"

At first you think they mean it, and you nearly faint or choke:
And they do put you outside, but you realize it's a joke
Because they pull you back inside at once and shut the door
And grin:"You've been initiated now. That's it, no more!"

But still we keep a code on what to wear here. Every one
Must strip a little bit before each meeting is begun;
The president (Bill's brother) keeps his pants on; all the rest
Must take at least their pants off; some get all the way undressed!

Last night we pantsed two new kids, Scotty Smith and Donny Tate.
And Scotty started crying then ('cause Scotty's only eight!)
"Why must I keep my pants off and my undies down in back?"
He bawled. "Because you're small-fry, kid," we told him,"so,- no flack!"

We even ruled: the rest of us get dressed to go outside,
But Scott must stay in underpants, and, oh, that hurts his pride
To run around in public in a shirt and jockey brief.
But then he has his bottom covered up - that's some relief!

You ought to see him squirm when seen in undies out in town;
Then, when we're back inside, he has to pull them, not just down,
But OFF, and go bare-bottomed, and bare-bottomed he must stay
Until our meeting's over and it's time to go away.

But always he'll come back, despite the chance of being whipped,
'Cause no kid can resist the chance of seeing others stripped;
And as long as we have members, we'll be sure that that's the case.
So, oh. the days of fun we'll have at Billy Barrett's place!"


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