After the meat loaf dinner and after the dinner dishes were washed and dried and put away, they discussed evening activities.

“How about television?” he asked.

“The boob tube? No thank you,” she replied.

“We could listen to music.”

“Isn’t the Victrola on the fritz?” she said.

“Who’s Victoria?” he asked. “And what’s fritz?”

“You’ll have to ask your grandpa.”

“I suppose we could read,” he suggested.

“I never learned,” she declared.

“I could read to you,” he offered.

“The book was overdue. I returned it this morning.”

“So what shall we do?”

“Couch potato,” she said. “Either that or darn socks.”

“I always get pricked at darning sock. And you always win at couch potato,” he said.

“Yeah, but you love when I win,” she asserted.

That was true. He always lost at couch potato. And he loved it.

Some bored teenagers are couch potatoes,
Lounging on the couch while not wearing clothes.
In their state of ennui,
It’s their cock or pussy
That will enjoy the other teen’s tickling toes.

Poem by Ashley
Illustration by Mat