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?

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

in these parts

Testicles are THE BALLS. Important,
manwise - and the "bozack?" That's
the ball sack, considered exclusively
and apart from the balls, which

probably flaps a little loose,
if so, but macabre or not
we need distinct terms to be
precise! In case of surgery,
or disagreement leading to
surgery - or resulting from. Meanwhile,

THE PEEN is of mounting importance
in many men's lives! Though true
- not as many as would wish. Still,

when it sticks out (or, from a prone
position) up - the indicator is
"HOP ON!" Or perhaps - "POSITION
YOURSELF ACCOMMODATINGLY!" All with
a blaring, wheedling undercurrent
of "PLEEEEEEEEEEASE" and "please
pleasepleaseplease" "THIS

THING'S

FRIENDLY!"

- let's pretend it is.
Let's admit it's a friendly
sort of thing, or anyway
ought to be. You need trust

- the foundation of friendship -
and a pretty big, sloppy hot interest
(not the foundation of friendship)
(necessarily) to want to
have it out
in a sexual way
with

something that's objectively
winning no beauty prize. Let's say.
At least,

not if they let ladies enter. That's
unfair competition - it's the reason
we're such dicks about gender! We know

We know

we will never be the prettiest
down there. But, to be fair
- as they say, to be fairest -
you have to be "in the land"
as well as available
for the magic mirror to conduct
inspections and rigorous
(not lewd - this is an impartial
judge who lives in a mirror) scrutiny,
breaking everyone in the land who's
at all fair down, and fairly determining
who wins. The prize, as I understand it
- they send a huntsman!

Let's face it

not everybody's interested
in these parts.

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