Sunday, July 10, 2005

hwan-gap poem for a friend's dad

In honor of Julie's dad, who just turned 60, I wrote:

by Kevin

when you're feeling creaky bones
and your sac has but two stones,
the third descending testicle appears!

three nuts! you're more a man
than your next-door neighbor Stan,
a greasy gent with caulifower ears!

feel the power of three balls
and walk naked through your halls!
a testicle for every twenty years!

rejoice now with the wife!
squirt the sacred juice of life!
"Three testicles! HOORAY!" the choir cheers!


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