Perfect Vagina Poem by James McLain

Like that the door was left cracked
I over heard the woman with a British accent
speak to let it out.
Why not as a woman a long way we have come baby
finger deep or a foot canal one suspect.
The land of my doctor, she said.
Land of the lost my head swelled at what I heard.
Ever since the past I remember
The mascara around my brown eyes made me sore.
The mirror back then was my friend I sigh...no more.
Like those brown paper bags that hold fish
I won't forget what my mum said.
Quite child if your da should over the next year hear.
Be it a finger or a six toed foot.
Being not the first the doctor said, with a smile.
Next to go in I pulled out.
It's the larger fish that gives up the best fight.
An unnatural blond with red hair.