When you laugh does your belly rumble
As colliding thoughts fumble and tumble
What is that moment when two thoughts collide
After taking them on such a strange ride
Finding words from opposing places
Then bringing them together in each others faces
Telling a story of gender and sex
While showing which muscles then do flex
Or talking about how much you ate
While going on a prearranged blind date
Some may even discuss religion
And how they found on the road a dead pigeon
These things on their own are rather mundane
But put them together then you might muscle strain
How do you find the place where you laugh
At the base of your golden staff?
Does it sprout from somewhere deep below
In the place where secret gardens grow?
While sitting on a bench at the Colosseum
Did you feel your perineum?
That spot at the root of your seat
Where you might begin to feel the heat
When someone talks of god and sex
Do your sensibilities perplex?
Just as lovers cry “Oh My God!”
When that g-spot has been softened and thawed