the poster had been up for weeks,
glaring down at the worn-out blazers
in gaudy pink and gold.
the teenagers on the wall
dropped their jaws.
the boys of their bikes missed the pedals,
the girls with short skirts
and long legs
tripped over empty cans.
there she was – she had it all,
and as she robbed them of their minds,
a bathtub glistened red
beyond the last tolls
of the lunch bell.