a platter of chips
NOT blue ones, hopefully
unless they are covered
with double boysenberry syrup
and dipped in rich
vanilla-encrusted deposits of
things best left unsaid
,but we’ll say them
and in a funny
incomprehensible manner so that
everyone thinks we’re erudite.
“Thou pulchritudinous lass!” exclaimed
Sir Puffy Bottom Knickers,
"thy tremulous vicissitude hath
made my privates bulge."
"Private Penectomy, fetch me
a shrubbery! Oops, sorry
about stepping on your
discarded member, old chum;
discarded? Like hell! It’s