Oops! Didn't Know It Was a Muscle! © Nature.com
Oblique
Sometimes, while feeling oblique,
it's as though, the universe,
has gone and sprung a leak.
If you're allowed, to take a peek,
you'll discover under it all, weak,
what you see is what you seek.
When paddling up down a creek,
from overexertion you reek,
deodorize before you streak.
While you may think this is oblique,
it all depends upon what you seek.
For a boat made of heavy teak,
will sink 100 years without a leak.
On a tangent, you smear a streak,
seeking the forever slight sneak.
Finding in the end what you seek,
there's no sharper than a bird's beak,
a tool that is tried and unique.
So, never tweak an oblique,
you might exceed your pique.
Copyright © Ronald W. Hull
5/16/19
You can view this poem at my website here.
Love ya!
Jane
Little did I know that the image that I picked showing a little bit of the abdominal oblique inner and outer muscles, would slant everyone's view toward the poem. I ought to be ashamed of myself. ;-) Or, maybe not. ;-)
Ron
so to speak,
but that's no reason to go spastic,
or put tongue in cheek.
And when it inflates,And cums your way,
My best advice is, do not freak.