A
cure for
man’s cancer,
a worthy cause
throughout November.
Men are dying too young,
Help men talk about their health,
We can’t afford to stay silent.
So, grow a mo*, and help save a bro**
*mo – moustache
** bro - brother
11.06.2022
Note: Movember Australia is the leading charity changing the face of men's health on a global scale, focusing on mental health and suicide prevention, prostate cancer and testicular cancer.
In Her coffin
Miss Amelia Albright
glowed like a nightlight.
Her perfumes:
Ambergris, the testicular glands
of musk deer and rat. Extract
of Angelica,
were all buried with her.
A distinctive and troubling miasma.
One darkly attired mourner
parted his lips only to gag, mid-splutter.
The frail priest fell to his knees,
beseeching Holy Jesus
and his Mother.
Pure soul to the end,
(thank God and all his Saints),
she, with no hint of pique,
or complaint,
was not directed down to hell
for not even the devil himself
could withstand that smell.
Thus it was that Amelia,
transported on the shoulders
of strong stomached men,
stank all the way to heaven
and hell, and back again.
For some unknown reason, I love the word titular
I know, I know, maybe coz it sounds naughty like diddler
Look I don't make this stuff up
There're others like cubbyhole and such
Never said I was perfect, in fact, I'm a bit testicular
Please feel free to add your own:
About Trump BBQing Mueller:
I worry Trump seems to protest overly much.
And overly soon.
About Trump's Worst Trade Deal Ever rhetoric:
The opposite of
Historical
polycultural
economic integrity
Is
Fantastical
monocultural
political testicular mendacity.
Political definition of a Fool:
One who invests time and fortune
competing against others
assumed to be fools.
Ooh I fly. Wow. Am I a bird? Am I a plane? Training travellers tainted teams. Testicular travelling trademarks trampling. And a green arch in a wind. Do I have wings? No I do not. Do I have a silvery dress on? No I do not. I am mortal yet immortal. I leave the bed and flap off through many layers of air. Unwelcome is some information but I shall not dwell there. Instead I shall delete. And move on. For many many years. Over twenty. I have zoomed around the globe. I cannot begin to explain. There is insufficient word counts. 1 2 3 4. A four is a good score. But I average about eighteen. At least I could thread a spear in 300bc. Anon adjuticus. Oh yes. How rather interesting it is. But playing reed music is harmonic only to a passing heron. Good. Leaflets laughter leaving left. Great. Eradicated a year. Oh. But the fumbling's are never prevalent in a tin bath. Soaring then. In a round pink shape. With a snout. Oink. Good good good good and a little layer of persistent prawn muscle. Fantastic. No ha ha. Ni x. A big fat pin in a pint and a pineapple waves. Statuaries.
Mr Balls
Have you heard of Mr. Balls
Appearing at Brazilian malls
The mascot of a cancer group
Testicular – well here’s the scoop
He’s shaped just like a normal pair
With lots of curly-kinky hair
Above the pair – a shortened stump
A face that looks like Forrest Gump
With cancerous lesions on his side
He doesn’t even try to hide
He struts around in public places
Balls exposed where ere he faces
The crowds are huge that he attracts
But he could use Brazilian wax
Cause it’s that kinky-curly hair
That uglifies this creep pair
Uncle Mike
The best damn bike - I’d ever seen
Metallic paint - British Racing Green
Retro Styled – built for fun, not speed
A fine design – very fine indeed
Out for a spin - to the shops and back
In a short time - I’d got the knack
Down the hill – wasn’t even trying
But man alive – I was really flying
What’s that – a bloody cat!
Waved my arms – shouted "SCAT!"
The dumb thing froze – like a dust mop
Yanked on the anchors – rapid stop
Slammed down hard – on the cross-bar
White hot pain – testicular trauma
Truth be told – I’m no wimp
But to this day – I walk with a limp
[Originally published on my blog on world poetry day]
http://wp.me/p2mUkP-cc
Weed Be Gone
A warning to guys who smoke weed
There’s a consequence that you don’t need
Research tests show the answer
Was testicular cancer
And that is bad mojo indeed
So guys if you must smoke the weed
Remember when you try to breed
If you love making shanks
You might be shooting blanks
With equipment that’s not up to speed
Don’t let this news be a buzzkill
Smoke ‘em it that is your will
But just be aware
You might lose the pair
To me that just outweighs the thrill
Mdailey 9/12/12
I lost my mind
On their medications
i probably didn't need
i experienced a full body rash
twitching, drooling
tardicanesiafacial to achieve an ********
weight gain, desion, heartburn
bowels
and testicular pain
Taken towork 3 jobs for free
developed addictions to street drugs
was heldfood,
left in the wake of confusion
to have two i then moved to a small village
where i was almost euthenised by a group of people claiming to be friends
using my cares
We nod into gentleness like genocide
sleep in flourishing sanity
through elms sifting epitaphs.
Our sheen of silence on white muslin
offers up old uncles like hedge apples
useless seeds of grieving trees.
I cannot remember my father
ever saying he loved me.
There is no time for monologues,
soft slurs of alabaster days
burnished on a tusk of sky.
Tenderly, the testicular moon rises
in night, iridescent, opulent,
laid open like a wound.
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