- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Ode to a cotten swab
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I stuck a q-tip up my nose
just to see what I might find
mother wasnt at home just then
she's what you'd call the meddling kind
I shouldn't do what I really like to do,
mom said she read somewhere that it would make me go blind
Any way, with the swab, I I poked around and probed around and felt around a bit
then with a mighty push I shoved it in hard
just to see how far up it would fit
All of a sudden my life flashed, my brain screamed and blood flowed from my nose like cheap draft beer
The pain was so great that my balls shiveled and I shrieked like a little queer
Just before passing over to meet with grandma it was mothers voice I could hear...
"how many times have I told you, you twit,
q-tips are made for your ear".
POST MORTOM FOOTNOTE: Some time after my funeral and my plot has spouted new grass
I'd like to see the look on moms face
when she finds the brush I used to use to swab out my ass.
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