dear friends
something worrys a man
and this is no fun
the art of itchy balls
a science of a clarion call
they give an invite
one men cannot ignore
attend to it or get bored
one foot here
two feet there
our tradition
throwing the legs like doing a dance
and only them know their stance
they try to balance it
and they walk haphazard
dare to be professional
and these balls won't let me
when one itch
the other's sick
its a phenomenon
silent at ease
disturbing attention
scratch a relief
a blessed convention
the pain of an itch
thank God they never twist
we smile, when we finally get to sit
royal balls, behave!
your king is silent,
behave!
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- Published: July 3rd, 2024 18:15
- Comment from author about the poem: itchy balls hurt, poetry tells her part
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