A healthy prostate is your friend.

"Pugnacacity Prostata Oblangata, Silly"

Have a glass of red wine with me
But leave your mask on
You go on my diet to clear up
Your lumps and bumps
And I'll take care of my lumps and bumps
Hidden where the sun never shines
No, I won't call you Charmin

Sitz bath of red fruit salad
Befuddled proceedure
Don't think that's what the doc ordered
Rosy biscuits
Chorus of "Hallelujah"
Lycopene Quercetin
My Latin's as rusty as your scalpelator

Don't wave that gloved hand at me
I can only see your thumb
Don't bust a move
Don't break a sweat
Keep your distance
Don't need examined
Medulla oblangata via prostata

One two punch, knock you down
Knuckle busters
Pugnacacity from the bottom up
No way

Smile when you say that
And sing me to sleep

BJH

4/26/2007

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It was good except for the line about Charmin.

Seems like a very unpleasant subject matter. I'm surprised to see that from you. I'm not complaining either.

This reminds me of why I haven't gone to a doctor in 3 years.

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Haha! You're a brave soul! I was given the option of writing about a female boxer with zits, a prostate exam, an Italian hooker, lullaby, or friendship piece so I attempted to blend them just for an added challenge. I had to research the prostate thing so that was "enlightening." I don't remember if you live in the States, but Charmin is a brand of toilet paper here known for it's softness so I thought that was a good name for a lady boxer/doctor with boxing gloves for a prostate exam.

Go to the doc! Just watch what type gloves he/she has.
Thanks for the read and the delightful commentary.

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Actually I didn't like the Charmin line, because it made me think of toilet paper. Although with your explanation now I actually get your poem. So, um Hooray!

CHARMIN

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lol I usually get cottonelle, but I figured Charmin was more widely known. I knew someone who used Charmin as a nickname in my old citizen band radio days so that's another reason I used it.
I'm glad you got it.

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Walking in the footsteps of Dee are we? Oh, what is it called, that song Twisted Sister has about his throat operation. Sick, anyway.

The third line of the second verse lacks a syllable. I might of course be reading it in the wrong rythm, but prefer to say that there is a syllable too little. Maybe a had or has before ordered?
Each of the verses are good and fun in themselves, and the overall feel is nice - in the way that someone generally a bit twisted might use the word "nice" - but at the end I can't help to wonder a bit at why they are put together. Without the explanation about the challenge, I would be completely lost at that one.
Entertaining read, though.

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How on earth did you figure out a syllabul was missing there?
Two roads diverged in the woods I said the heck with that and skipped off into the woods. I think was a Daffy Duck moment.

Thanks for the comments.

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