Get Out Of My Head

The slightest brush
of your skin
sent dots,
dashes,
and pinpricks of joy
down mine.

Now, all I can do
is wait
while the hurt of longing
slowly bleeds
through the pinpricks
you gave me,
still on my skin.

If You're Smelly And You Know It

'Tis painful when young college men
Do not shower for days on end.
When the underpants smell
They exclaim, 'What the hell,
Just turn 'em and wear 'em again!'

The whiff of unwashed loins, they say,
Is enough to drive the ladies away
Who make do with toys
For all the clean boys
Are either taken or incurably gay.

But take heart, there's news to be told,
Dear stinkers, you may stink uncontrolled
And rejoice in your dirt
As long as you flirt
With a lassie nose-jammed with a cold!