My husband the cartoonist made me do this (see previous post):
Grow Some Balls and Submit (a flarf poem)
You were looking for naked Bea Arthur?
I guess they grow ‘em stupid in Venezuela.
Hey, Congressional Democrats —
remember the Destructoid Panel’s
(Norwegian Basket) Balls?
I personally did some no-voting
and then some yes-voting
and my not-helpful-voting went from 75 to 203
on the Grow Up, Ugly Children Proposition.
All these guys are either gay uncles
or virgins — me, I'm here for the beer
and the ball bustin'.
Let’s grow some chair balls,
being the Dutch design aficionados that we are.
In order to save Sri Lanka
we must grow some balls on our
flippin’ small fudge accounts.
My cat just told me to grow some balls.
I’m with my cat
and Ann Coulter: throw down the gauntlet,
submit to hypocrisy,
tick-tock, shut up, play dirty
or get out of the way.
-- Sharon Mesmer