So, I'm sitting there in English class on Sunday feeling bored, tired, and using all my mental focus to try to push the hands of time into fast-forward mode when the unexpected happened........I almost had to use that spare "break into glove compartment in case of emergency" panties because I was laughing so hard I nearly peed myself.
I LOVED my English 1302 Professor this semester. She's helpful, and uber smart, plus she introduced us to a lot of interesting literature not found in the ho-hum assigned books.
As our Professor was reviewing possible title selections to write about for our Final Exam she mentioned a poem we read last month. Below is a verbatim account of the dialogue that followed:
"You guys are welcome to write on The Pope's Penis if you want, but remember, it's VERY short so you'll have some difficulty with it."It's so completely sacrilegious and yet so holy robe-shaking, papal hat-quaking FUNNY!
Come on, don't be shy, admit that you're at least semi interested in checking out The Pope's Penis.
And now you can tell everyone that you saw The Pope's Penis right here on The Smiling Infidel.
Viva la highbrow poetry!
THE POPE'S PENIS BY SHARON OLDS
It hangs deep in his robes, a delicate
clapper at the center of a bell.
It moves when he moves, a ghostly fish in a
halo of silver seaweed, the hair
swaying in the dark and the heat -- and at night
while his eyes sleep, it stands up
in praise of God.