Good Taste Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

No spurt or squirt, it is no use
to wish and fabricate the act,
the term employed is, simply, ooze
extracts move slowly, that's a fact.

Though does this mean a lesser show?
Perhaps a quite reluctant flow?
Friend, do not judge these things in haste,
it's all a matter of good taste.

For those who would expect a spill
perhaps a touch of chlorophyll?
I say, get glasses for your eyes
and watch the little monster rise.