Boys yell obscenities in the street,
They stuff with macaroni
And drink coke,
They pull out birds' wings and torment puppies,
They throw litter in doorways and vandalise,
They terrorise old ladies with firecrackers
And do no wrong in the eyes of doting mama,
They have one finger up a nostril,
Pee anywhere,
And are boys for ever.
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Jane Sharp has lived in Vrahassi, a mountain village in Crete, for the past sixteen years. She has been writing poetry for a lot longer. Her poems have been published in magazines, read on the B.B.C. and have won prizes.
