The broken hose beneath my spouse's Jeep
Looks like a monkey penis -- hot, fat plastic,
Maybe rubber, with nothing there to keep
It off the asphalt. She and I take drastic
Steps: maybe we should drive the other car
Until we get the monkey penis fixed.
It could be a hyena's; seems those are
Like starfish-snouted Elder Things affixed
All willy-nilly up between the thighs
Of boys and girls alike -- but I am not
An expert. Pay the man, and he'll apprise
The penis situation, find the slot
Where it belongs, and clip it. Lovecraft? she
Asks. No, I say; his work's not guaranteed.
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