Holes
Our eyeballs have a hole in them –
To light the retina behind –
That’s what the pupil is – an orifice –
Without it, we’d be blind.
Our mouths are gaping portals to our tunnels –
Down our throats they wind,
On through our stomachs and our guts,
To exit at, well, nevermind…
And our bodies are a sieve, our skins are sponges,
Pores of ev’ry kind –
To let-in sound, or let-out tears,
How many more are there to find ?
It’s strange to think about, I guess,
But prob’ly best to be resigned –
We’re nothing but a Swiss cheese, really,
With a rent and ruptured rind.
Rhyming Couplets 