BLUE BALLS (ADULT POETRY)

Between mortars and pestles

Which cause the loudest whistles?

One will say both

But I will say the pestles

II

Pestles work the hardest

Hitting from the farthest

They also spoil the fastest

As mortars face more pestles

III

You can pound

Yes, just try to hound

Yes, just do your best

To get your pound of flesh

IV

I know when mortars look

You’re called to book

You stand erect

Wanting to go back and forth

V

If there is a decline

There is a whine

As the whiskers turn blue

To bounce pain around

V

So move, touch, look and feel

Just make sure your hopes are real

Like a time bomb your head sits

To work hard, get some or get none and explode

Kwah, kwah kwah kwah kwah kwah

I laugh like a leopardess 

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015