I envied teen boys who seemed so tough; 
When after gym we stripped and showered—
Their hormoned muscles appeared hot-stuff
They seemed so manly—super-powered.

Who would notice a teen so scrawny?
My parents told me I'd soon fill out.
Would any girl eye a body so phony;
What if I never did begin to sprout?

For unknown reasons girls noticed me.
This must be some fluke I surely thought.
They'd walk close by wanting to talk with me;
Although envious chums seemed quite distraught.

A few would engage me to walk them home.
We caressed warmly till I wanted match-play.
Some dared ride my Ford with taped on chrome—
To one school, then another, we drove our way.

Looking back now, muscles didn't mean so much.
The girls I kissed sought a more gentle touch.
My pals oft lied about the girls they'd laid.
By the ones who liked me, I was amply paid.