growth rings

when it came to botany and
the gentle sexy big-dicked boy,
pear-shaped poinsettias perplexed him,
the nature of their curves,
the soft protuberance of their tips.
christmas and pear-shaped poinsettias
just didn't seem to go together.
who'd invented this mutant poinsettia
anyway? and why had it caught on?
**
opening his presents,
the gentle sexy big-dicked boy
discovered a big bag of marshmallows,
and reverted to his primal state
of howling tumescence;
his dick wasn't exactly
leaking cum, but it wasn't
really spurting out, either.
just a sort of spotty discharge.
**
poinsettia sap is milky white,
and poisonous. if you get it
in a cut, the cut will
burn. so try not to
break either poinsettia leaves
or flowers, because their white
sap will leak out and
potentially hurt you, especially
if you've got a cut or scrape.
don't rub it in your eyes, either.
jeeez, show some common sense.
**
the gentle sexy big-dicked boy
enjoyed the texture of the
marshmallows, as he chewed
whole-heartedly and endorsed
the smear of sugar on his
big pink tongue. the cat
knocked over the
pear-shaped poinsettia and
spilled it, and the soil,
onto the floor.
clean-up was slow and
laborious, but,
at least by the end of
the job, that
damn poinsettia was out
of the house.
**
roasting marshmallows at
the fireplace is a family
pasttime that will long
be remembered. just ask
the gentle sexy big-dicked boy,
and he'll tell you
it was just like a dream.
a bright slimy one,
with red droopy flowers.
**
when
the gentle sexy big-dicked boy
grew up,
his own children
played wild in the forest,
and everything they brought home to him,
was a gift from the
heart.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem first appeared in Chiron Review, Issue 92, Autumn 2010.)