Eunuchs without uvula Wobble on their wall, Docile beneath nebula Before their fatal fall. Apathy and Atrophy Squabble like a squall. “Where’s my willie?” One begins to bawl. “Snipped off, maybe,” The other starts to drawl. “To keep mommy happy?” One slobbers to recall. “To keep daddy happy,” And coughs up a hair ball. Apathy and Atrophy Wonder what design Led to this infamy To shrivel on the vine.
The A’s
ReplyDeleteEunuchs without uvula
Wobble on their wall,
Docile beneath nebula
Before their fatal fall.
Apathy and Atrophy
Squabble like a squall.
“Where’s my willie?”
One begins to bawl.
“Snipped off, maybe,”
The other starts to drawl.
“To keep mommy happy?”
One slobbers to recall.
“To keep daddy happy,”
And coughs up a hair ball.
Apathy and Atrophy
Wonder what design
Led to this infamy
To shrivel on the vine.
{Disposable Poem February 15, 2010]
Dr. Mike