Platonic Ode*

by Hal Ackerman

YOU headstrong vibrant throbbing pulsing pole
Erupting passion deep within my loins
You neatly fit in procreation's role
In union firm would I with you conjoin

An ordinary member you are not
Like Thor your length and girth are passing grand
The things I'd do would I were in the spot
To take the situation well in hand

You wear the spheric sac as 'twere a robe
With tufted hirsute velvet all around
Were I to have the patience of a Job
I'd seek no other now that you I've found

The Lord may take away these wretched eyes
The day I can no more behold my prize

*Prizewinner, asinine sonnet contest, fall 2005

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