You can keep your toenails to yourself.
You can keep them on the kitchen shelf.
Put them next to the jar..... of... toe jam,
which I hear is excellent on rare leg of lamb.
Oh Bri! Could anything, anything at all, get more disgusting (an hilarious!) as toe jam? Well of course, instead of it being jam, it could be something even more disgusting. :) As always, you turn everything towards humor and laughter, and that's what I love most about your poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the 'dram of eale' in your poetry. Your sick, nauseous imagination. It must be congenital with you. Sad.