YES, GROSS POEM – NO, NOT PLANNED
WORDS FLOWED WHEN I AWOKE THIS MORNING
APPARENTLY ONLY SUBCONSCIOUS THOUGHTS
OF YESTERDAY’S CYST EXPLODING

TOOTHPASTE AND/OR COTTAGE CHEESE
THAT’S WHAT THOSE CYSTS EXPRESS
FORTUNATELY CONTENTS DON’T SMELL BAD
WHEN MANIPULATING OUT THAT MESS

TRAPPED SKIN CELLS AND NOT INFECTION
AT LEAST THERE’S THAT BRIGHT SIDE
HARD PACKED LUMPS BELOW THE SKIN
UNDER A LONG HAIR COAT THEY HIDE

GREAT CANINE PATIENT IS MY LIZ
DOESN’T MOVE OR SQUIRM ABOUT
PERMITS ME TO PERFORM THAT NASTY JOB
IF SHE CAN SNIFF THE JUNK WORKED OUT

UNDERSTATEMENT TO SAY IT’S GROSS
SOMETIMES AFRAID I’LL RALPH
DUE TO THE SALTY SALIVA
ACCUMULATING IN MY MOUTH

LEARNED AS A BOY WHILE DEEP SEA FISHING
TO SPIT THAT SALT OUT FAST
OR IT WILL TRIGGER VIOLENT REMOVAL
OF FOOD CONSUMED IN PAST

CONSIDERING ALL THE RAMIFICATIONS
I BELIEVE IT MIGHT BE BEST
NEXT TIME WE’LL JUST TAKE THAT DRIVE
TO HAVE CYSTS REMOVED BY OUR VET!

THINK I’M GOING TO SKIP BREAKFAST THIS MORNING.
lol

My best to you and yours, Lew