this tale’s strange but
every word’s true
there was once a man who
ejaculated glue
every spurt was a sticky
sordid story
covered more in ignominy
than in glory
like when he shot off with high
horny feeling
there it teased and tattled
from bed to ceiling
verily it was the greatest
Indian rope trick
a seminal saga that left
the onlooker sick
even when he leaked quietly
into his left hand
there it lay gleaming like
a diamond in the sand
the post office used him to
gum their stamps
till his pecker finally protested
citing cramps
his adhesive was a grand hit
during art class
it could bond everything
from grain to glass
a couple of swift tugs, and
his coppery rope
was rumored to mend even
broken hope
but for all its uses the enigma
remained
(The Confounding Case of the
Underwear Stained)
many doctors came – please
pardon the pun
even military intelligence
examined his gun
while voodoo shamans left
in shamed haste
unable to decode the puzzle
of his paste
talk had it only one lady
knew really why
so they trooped to her with
a plea and a cry
‘solve this mystery!’ thus
they appealed
but her red ruby lips
stayed smilingly sealed.
ram cobain
(Pic courtesy Deborah Azzopradi via Wikimedia
Commons)
