A little precocious as a growing young lad,
Carl became notorious for being really bad.
At school he reigned as a lower grades king,
Ruling over a special place under the swings.
The little girls would swing high in the sky,
And Carl watched with pleasure what his eye.
At age twelve Carl was gangly and tall,
He was caught climbing into the girls bathroom stall.
When he was fourteen he did things with zest,
It was almost normal when he grabbed the teacher’s breasts.
Notorious for all the things he did,
“It’s not my fault,” he casually said.
Girls loved him even more as he grew older,
Energetic and adventuresome, he became bolder.
But his wild life would not always be that way,
Because a beautiful bad girl corralled him one day.
She gave him a few lessons in unbridled love,
Then showed him who was boss, when push comes to shove.
Without her love he continually grieved,
Until she finally became the air that he breathed.
Carl was notorious until he met his wife,
She was smarter and better, the love of his life.
Should you want to be notorious, be careful in what you do,
Because somewhere there is someone, badder than you.
May 19, 2017