Here is a new poem from Woodland Valley's own Mike O'Neil aka Boreegard. I think it is very amusing!
Consider the Joy of your Spouse
Consider the joy of your spouse,
When after much pain and aggravation,
You suspect that a foreign object,
A goddam LIVING, sucking, foreign entity,
Has attached itself to the nether quarter of your arse.
You cannot see it of course.
OH to have eyes in the back of one’s head.
“Darling,” you finally say, “If
I drop trow, will you please
Inspect the suspicious area?”
She is happy to do so.
She finds this exercise completely entertaining.
Eventually, with steady tweezers,
The engorged bloodsucker is removed,
Full of your life’s blood,
And hopeful salves are administered.
But bunky, there are no guarantees.
Prayer may be the next course.