Sweaty crutch,
My sweaty crutch,
Should I display my sweaty crutch..?
Am I revealing much too much..?
In mentioning my sweaty crutch..?
I keep it
in my garage roof,
You might consider this uncouth,
A folly of my ageing youth,
From which I should remain aloof.
The
condensation gathers there,
With insufficient flow of air,
Embarassed passers should not stare,
My sweaty crutch just does not care...
I found it
in this poem here,
Which I considered rather queer,
It's raison-d'etre was unclear,
But picked it up with little fear.
And so I
stood it on display,
In full light of poetic day,
And having done that, now I'd say,
I really should put it away!
Andy Morley March 3rd 2007
