Internal Combustion Engines Poem by Reason A. Poteet

Subtitle: Boys Will Be Boys

Male internal combustion knock
has much to do with raw fuel.
Most fellows think it’s really cool.

They brag of how their innards talk.
Thanksgiving Day - so much to say,
after eating, they really squawk.

I think they run a private school
for internal combustion knock.


Male internal combustion ping
a refrain that blames the fuel.
It’s worse when two stage a duel.

Mom pardons how their innards sing.
On Christmas Day - much on their tray.
After eating, they really zing.

She tries to impose a gag rule
on internal combustion ping.


Male internal combustion noise,
results from high octane fuel.
To their mother nothing's new, well -

let them debate their inner joys.
On any day - her guys can play,
while they're eating, boys will be boys,

any excuse to play the fool
with internal combustion noise.