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The Tamponed Man
by Chris Sorrenti
once a month the mailman delivers
the flashy samples feel good in hand
could Canada Post be telling me something?
as I stare in bewilderment at my crotch
a growing collection hidden behind the Tupperware
no wife or girlfriend to share them with
when mother and sister come to dine
they leave with 'two' doggy bags
if I see one more minipad commercial
I may have to get a sex change!
© 1994
Artwork © 1997 Otto Graser
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12/01/2005 Author's Note: Published (along with other poems) in the chap booklet, Pillow Poems, Chris Sorrenti, Ottawa, Canada. Produced by Otto Graser, Arlington Books, Ottawa, Canada (1997). ISSN 0835-362X
Posted on 12/01/2005
Copyright © 2026 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 12/01/05 at 07:52 PM what, no menopause yet, since I first read this poem? It saves a lot of money when that happens. Always been one of my favourite poems of yours. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/03/05 at 02:32 AM LOL!! Very funny! I know the feeling! (Related somewhat-- I get all of these sex enhancement ads. Being widowed and in my early seventies I just ain't interested!) |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 12/03/05 at 08:52 AM LOL....great humor here! Love the way it is "delivered". |
| Posted by Delilah Coyne on 12/03/05 at 11:10 PM Very humorous!! I enjoyed reading this very much! |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 12/05/05 at 07:12 AM hahaha! you know... from time to time i think the same thing... |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 12/05/05 at 11:07 PM quite humourous...very well written |
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