Levator Ani Is King
As to pussies I (frankly) prefer
just plain smoothness and none of that fur.
As the alley is paved
so the cave must be shaved
then the motorcar truly will purr.
It is eerie and dark in a cave,
just the place for the bold and the brave.
I go deep in the tunnel
with my smooth-talking funnel
he is conqueror, warrior and slave.
There are times when I wonder about
and my mind is all swollen with doubt,
praise the shape of the boob,
her endogenous lube
and the squirt-on-command litle spout.
Skip biology, physics and math,
be a bum or a sociopath,
buy a pink rubber duck
then rely on your luck
and play submarine search in the bath.
You pretend that you've lost the old soap,
(and you never use soap on a rope) ,
with your fingers you feel
(you can start at the heel) ,
soon both of you giggle and grope.
Did you ever consider that God
who himself wears a dangle-schlong-rod,
would be asking us folks
to be wearing those yokes?
Rather silly I say and too odd.
So, in closing I say you must act
as if all of the playcards were stacked
with the joker in front
if you pardon the punt
let the levator ani contract.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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