“Fondly Remembering the Disticles”
Valde pauci teneo vox de rati...
“Very few know the power of rats”
“Very few know the power of rats”
Peanut and Mugsy were with me a bit.
They filled my heart up with love for their tricks.
But others were filled with disgust and dismay…
“Keep rats in your house? No, no, no, nay, nay, nay!”
My brother said (cruelly) like testicles they felt.
What’s the problem with that? They make my heart melt---
Rats that is…. But I’ve no problem with testicles.
Even ones disconnected--- let’s call them disticles.
My husband was eager to see them away…
I could not their charms to his own heart sway.
Their power o’er me was really quite mystical.
I love to remember fondling the disticles.
--Tracinator (----original 2010, with some help with some help from Nicodemus)
In my analysis, I have to say
ReplyDeleteThis poem has really made my day
I'd never thought of the wonderful spectickle
Of watching someone fondle a disticle.
And as for analysis:
The poem is from the standpoint of a rat lover, after her rats have gone, the sadness tearing her heart, explaining how much they feel like testicles, disconnected, disticles, if you will.... and discussing how she will miss them, and why she will miss them: the romantic pain and pangs of loss, caused by the Bronte/Austen/Dickensian cold-heartedness of her man, who couldn't handle them. As it were.