Not My Best Idea to Read My Sex Poem at a Teacher’s Convention

Yep, I’m the dumb guy who plunges in without thinking

“So who would like to share their poem?” the presenter at the California Association of Teachers of English asked.

Without even thinking of the consequences, I bravely and boldly, raise my hand.

Stupidly, excited to read the poem I wrote on Medium about sex entitled “Sex in the Supermarket”.

“Ultra-ribbed, ecstasy, lubricated condoms,” comes fiercely flying uncontrollably out of my mouth as my poem comes to its climax, and a bunch of shocked teachers’ tongues drops as everyone in the room stares at me like I’m wearing nothing but Victoria’s Secret pink panties.

My female colleague next to me tries to contain herself, but starts laughing uncontrollably.

The presenter has a blank, stunned gaze in her eyes unsure what to say. She pauses an eternal few seconds then responds, “Um, first thank you for sharing your poetry, but let’s stay on topic and read the poems you’ve created with the poem pieces.”

I can feel my face turning red. Or possibly maroon.

Not only did I humiliate myself with my passionate poem on sex (it’s not embarrassing printing it in on Medium as opposed to reciting it to strangers), but I didn’t even listen or follow the teacher’s directions

Duh, she wanted us to read the jigsaw-puzzle pieces of cut poetry strips that she passed out to put in our suggested sequential order.

Can what happen at the Long Beach CATE convention possibly stay in Long Beach?

I doubt it.

Thanks for reading.

Tagging those that my enjoy my embarrassing tale: Lu Skerdoo, Scot Butwell, Scott Younkin, Adelina Vasile, Janet Meisel, Sreese, Deborah Camp, Christian Emeka, Kristine Laco, Lisa’s Desk Chat, Sarah Jean. Susan Wheelock, Frank Priegue, MarkfromBoston

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