Pima A - Pima B Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

In the town of Bullheadcity
lived an aging but quite witty
Indian woman from the Pima
who was carrying oedema
in her legs and all her toes
those who know how fluid flows
through the legs of diabetics
with the use of diuretics
can imagine the dilemma
when this lady, name was Emma
tried to have, one night, some sex.
Much she tried to bend and flex
it was clear by early morning
that no part which was adorning
any man could reach that far.
Pima people often are
quite humonguous in their size
although you must realise
that the ones across the border
do seem have their lives in order
much more clearly, though their genes
and their meals of chili beans
seem to complicate the matter,
as they age they do get fatter
on the side of Mexico
within reason they do grow
and the Yankee doodle Pima
are, to them an anathema.