if they’re yours
balls in a garlic press
imply something recondite
and untenable
based, one proposes
in illusory oohs and
aahs as pressure
is applied
I suggest, sceptic
to the end, clarification
is in sizes – if they fit
don’t spare ‘em
© 21 January 2010, I. D. Carswell
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