Oh, Santa
Oh, Santa, your wife /
is so distraught. You left your /
August balls behind.
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“Oh, my balls….”
Oh, my balls…
Oh, my balls are a tangled mess /
Clattered together like a car wreck compress. /
Oh, my balls are twisted tight. /
Not really painful, but oh, what a sight. /
Oh, my balls are dangling there /
Unable to move in the moaning air. /
Yes, my balls are one big wad. /
They’d be blue if attached to a bod. /
But thankfully, they’re just hanging there, /
Bunched up on their rack without a care.
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#101321 #balls #poem #humor #photo #davidebooker #october
Poem and photo: “Oh, my balls…”
Oh, my balls…
Oh, my balls are a tangled mess /
Clattered together like a car wreck compress. /
Oh, my balls are twisted tight. /
Not really painful, but oh, what a sight. /
Oh, my balls are dangling there /
Unable to move in the moaning air. /
Yes, my balls are one big wad. /
They’d be blue if attached to a bod. /
But thankfully, they’re just hanging there, /
Bunched up on their rack without a care.
.
.
#poem #poetry #humor #balls #rack #pun #davidebooker #october #wednesday #2021 #101321
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