Smoker's Ode to a Spleen




Pumping fluid, warm and dense
Within me I can almost sense
Your meaty self, kind vital nymph,
Primary organ of system lymph.
Oh for a draught of fluid
That hath been a long time brewed
In my deep delved spleen,
Of organs King, or maybe Queen;
I love thee, though thou art never seen.
To lungs i cough a tarr'd adieu,
But Spleen, I'll always cherish you.




Copyright 2001 Adam Lyons

 

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