Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

To Boobs

Dear Ms. Tits, ma'am. By your leisure, 
boobies bring both food and pleasure 
to my mind. You'll find me aroused 
by boobies, when they come unbloused. 

 No man is an island for most of their lives. 
Some have got friends, while the others have wives 
to fill spaces where friends would have been 
had nary they tarried to marry. Amen?