Copyright 2016
The Prostate
You were named as the one who “stands before”
By the father of anatomy himself
Herophilus of Chalcedon who lived in the period BC
Standing Before
Just before the coming of the great Jesus
And then you were forgotten
And then Galen briefly mentioned you 400 years later
And then you were forgotten once again
You have come and gone in the eyes of medical history
But you yourself remain unchanged
Lying quietly in the deep personal parts of the male
The mere size of a chestnut
Taking up central position
In structuire and function
Not many recognized nor knew of your genius
And even the great da Vinci never recognized you
Leaving Vesalius the first to make a little diagram
For some, you stood before the testy testes
And for others you have stood in front of the bladder
But it seems that most importantly you stand both before
And participate in, a great event
One that gives such pleasure to all mammalian males
And ensures survival for all
With great care you bring a magical brew together
Mixing 6 parts from the Seminals
With 3 parts of your own,
And a ½ a part containing the cells from the Testas
Leaving room for a tincture to be added downstream by the Cowpers
Secret Concoction From the testes, Seminal vesicles, Prostate, and Cowper’s Gland
Percentage Contributions
Your timing is impeccable
Ensuring that all come together
In the region of the verumontanum
The mountain of virility
So I imagine you in a dark and steamy room
Stirring up this magic potion
In a big brewing pot
With millions of cells and gallons of creamy fluid
Preparing for the great event
Bubble Bubble Toil and Trouble
Uterus and Prostate on a Date .. and then..
The Date Progressed
And then it happens
Beautiful coordination
You shut the gates upstream with a clap
And open the gates downstream with a clang
And you add your squeeze
And you add your pleasure
And millions go rushing forth as the competition begins
To win the heart of the princess in waiting
Like a mother saying goodbye to her sons
On a mission in a far off land
You pack them with a whole bunch of goodies
For the long and arduous road ahead
And you know you will never see them again
In the pack you leave some food
And protective covers
Against the initial acid welcome
Of the cozy vagina
The brief respite
In the cocoon of coagulum
Slowly breaks down with your secret PSA
And when danger is all clear
And the medium liquid
Your boys are now reenergized
And the race begins once more
With a prize that only one in the millions
Will win
But they all race with their guts and gusto
For the heart of the princess in waiting
Conception
What pleasure you give us
Our backroom boy
What genius you and your buddies concoct
Standing before and in front of the great event
Without you we are infertile
How central you are to our survival
This poem previously published on THE COMMONVEIN.com