"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
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