If all poems were limericks: “The Pope’s Penis” by Sharon Olds

If all poems were limericks:
“The Pope’s Penis” by Sharon Olds

It hangs in his vestments so well
like a clapper inside of a bell.
It goes where he guides,
and at night, like the tides,
it stands up in praise, which is swell.

Read the original here.

Happy 78th birthday to Sharon Olds!

[Note that the choice of material for today’s post has nothing to do with this recent news story.]

Costume Ideas for Poets Part 2: More Options for Women

 

Because a friend rightly pointed out that the last post didn’t offer a lot of options for women to choose from.