Spinning Flyleaves
Pinworms fly on flyleaves
But only when I spin those leaves
And spin standard worms
Into flying pinworms
Their arc through the air
Is like an exultant yet legato Eskimo
Who sharpens his fishing hooks
On a spinning flyleaf.
Is there anything that
A spinning flyleaf
Is unable to accomplish?
Signs point to “no.”
Their rhythms are infectious
But not the bad kind of infectious
Where you get sick and die
But the good kind. You know.
Their inductance is low
So they can be connected to almost anything
Electrical or earthenware
Everything is compatible with a flyleaf.
Except for the metric system
Which we’ll just ignore today
Because the metric system is useless for flyleaves
Except for The Beatles, of course.
And maybe pinworms
Depending on where they were made
So,
Sharpen your protons!
Contort your lemon wedges!
Unleash your gristle!
And spin that flyleaf like you’ve never spun a flyleaf before!
Make that pinworm’s day!
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