A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Friday, June 29, 2018

"blue balls"

"Blue balls," apparently,
are a real thing. Or
a pair, possibly. I looked it

up on Wikipedia, not wishing
to risk Google Images. It appears
(or they appear) to be some kind

of vascular deal. Treatment

includes sexual release, "or perhaps

straining to move a very heavy object
—in essence doing a Valsalva maneuver."[7]
7. ^ Chalett, J.M.; Nerenberg, L.T. (2000).

"Blue Balls":
A Diagnostic Consideration in Testiculoscrotal Pain
in Young Adults: A Case Report

and Discussion". Pediatrics. 106 (4): 843.
doi:10.1542/peds.106.4.843. PMID 11015532.
I include the citation because fuck that.

Sounds like a prescription for a hernia to me!

Don't go trying to assuage your "blue balls"

with some maniac powerlift session, hurt yourself

and in the process, blame it on online poetry!

I, like many if not most online poets,
strive to be responsible in my
medical coverage.

I'd like to think your balls
are worth a little caution.

Now, good news for myself
and any other men - men, full
in the bloom of their own very
virility! - who previously thought

"blue balls" was either a myth, a tall tale
to do with Paul Bunyan's pet ox Babe (who, presumably,
used to be a Big Blue Bull until something unthinkable
happened to his Big Blue Huevos) or else,

made up by horny teenagers in an attempt
to counterbalance competing guilts - no!

"Blue balls" is (and are) no joke. However,

they are experienced by

not all men.

Which feels like it explains a lot,
but probably doesn't.

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