Painting by Pablo Picasso
Plaisir
Diarrhea: what nobody likes,
though a word the French love to pronounce.
They surround it with lips and tongue;
it pleases, like saying cellar door does.
Once I gave a pair of tweezers
to an au pair girl who couldn’t extract
a splinter from her foot.
It was a pleasure for both of us
to see that little thing come out.
Stephen Dunn
Posted over on Poetry Foundation
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