when you are eleven, or perhaps twelve,
it might even have been thirteen
one can never quite recall with exactness
for some reason I was reading dickens at four
so we shall have to assume I had gone through the ball ache
and into the sheet stiffening world
when you are of an age
and a relative gives you a microscope
it is a little unfair of them to be shocked
- when combining the pleasures - you
invite them to see the miracle of a fresh slide
enhanced by a squeezed drop of ink
from a - aptly named - felt pen
I vaguely recall that gentleman naturalists
upon seeing sperm for the first time
used it as further proof of moral degeneracy
that the gamekeepers and footmen
- from whom they extracted -
were themselves extracted from serpents
or had a diet with excess of eel
and I taste this somewhat
when overcome with my normalcy
- and with equipment to prove it -
my mother is not impressed
though my aunt shows interest
The Blue Book
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