Here's a wee poem I wrote in April after reading a newspaper article about an expedition to climb Mt Everest with the assistance of Viagra. Apparently it stimulates oxygen production in the lungs and allows climbers to breathe more easily at high altitudes.
I called it An Impaired Conquest.
Men on Viagra
Making their final thrust
Panting, gasping, heaving
Until finally they climax.
But the woman hasn't come
As they spill themselves
Onto Everest's barren summit.
Peering through binoculars
She wisely watches from below,
And the mountain gives her
A nudge and a knowing wink
And they laugh at the men's display
Of doubtful virility.
