I have something to tell you
But you need not shed a tear,
I arrived back in the summer,
But my nuts are not yet here.
I have five little fingers,
I have five baby toes,
But ask about my testicles,
And noone really knows.
I think I'm getting bigger,
I see it every day,
But I don't feel like a man yet,
Cause my balls are M.I.A.
I do not understand it,
Its wearing on my pride,
I have a little wee-wee,
but my balls are still inside.
I like to grab my dingy,
Tho Mom wishes I never did,
I just need some balls to handle,
Like Iverson, Nash, and Kidd.
Today I go to doctor,
To get an ultrasound,
And find an explanation why
My balls will not come down.
So think about lil' Oli
The one who poops and drools
And hope the Navy doctor,
Will find his family jewels.
Written by: Joy
13 comments:
like i even know who Nash is?
I was totally going to say that! This post screamed, "Scott wrote this!!"
HILARIOUS!!
that is hilarous! i knew scott was the poet, after all those poems for joy in provo...
poor lil' Ollie! I'm sure he'll appreciate this poem when he is a teenager. :)
I don't think ANYONE would believe that Joy had anyting to do with the writing of this poem. Very creative and amusing....the poem not the problem
btw, Joy, Nash is only the best point guard on the best team in the NBA. Phoenicians would be disappointed that you didn't know that. Now you do :)
Nice rhymes, Scott.
too funny (the poem that is). hoping to hear good news about oli's nuts soon!
Hilarious poem! I laughed out loud several times. My only hope is that you save this poem for Oliver's future spouse. I'm sure she will enjoy it.
well, the poem "written by joy" definitely worked to elicit comments. nice one scott! though, i don't totally get it.
hang in there little ollie!
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