"A Hangy-Downy Things Tale"

"A Hangy-Downy Things Tale"

There was a lonely uvula
Searching for a friend
Being just a bit of soft tissue
He found others easy to offend
His one true wish in life
To find a lovely Uvula wife
A pure and loving heartfelt fling
But who could ever love
A simple hangy-downy thing?
This lonely blob, the cause of gag reflex
How ever would he find a mate,
Let alone uvula sex?
Be brave, poor little uvula
Through life solo you must go
Hanging in your dark, wet cavern
Just swinging to-and-fro


-another poem by Heather Gorham

"Ode to theTongue"

"Ode to theTongue"

All covered in a field of tiny pink buds
the lumps so important
Like a cow to her cud
The talent of knowing either salty
from bitter or sweet
For a slimy, pink slug
quite an amazing feat!
Oh, I love my tongue (Strongest muscle for its size)
and the only one that can tell
a turd from french fries!

Another poem by Heather Gorham