Unhappy to the point of suicide
because “the vimmin hate me,” Ole stands
poised on the bridge’s edge when he is spied
by Sven, who takes his buddy by the hands
and pulls him back: “Don’t do it, Ole, vait a
minute and ay tell you vat you do:
Shust get yourself a nice beeg sveet potata
and put it in your pants. Girls fight for you.”
The next day Ole’s back and more depressed
when Sven approaches. “Vell, it didn’t verk.
Ay use the sveet potata you suggest
and still the vimmin treat me like a jerk.”
Then Sven steps back and eyes his friend askance:
“Damn, Ole—put it in the VRONT your pants.”
Copyright © 2009 Margaret Menamin. All rights reserved.from The New Formalist.Reprinted by Verse Weekly with permission.
