BallOdes
Two below and One to blow above. (For Bill, Three November, Nine-ty.) When its Two below, The two below Ain't hangin' low, My love. Then its Time to blow The staff That stiffly grows Above. Till the two Below Boil and overflow, to Overheat The meatus Lips of his thermometer: And drool Hot lava. Till the two Below Feel their bag burn so! Overheated Pre-fetuses Drip From His percolator: And pool Hot java. For Artie: An old Columbian Folksong Everybody now! El deeque, El...