Mold! It's everywhere and in the hospital it grows most stupendously in and on warm, damp, dark, hidden places. Many of us humans, harbor these pathogens, often to our detriment. But not so, to this strange fellow in this latest poem.

Gluteal Cheese

When you can't dry the moisture
In the gluteal fold,
You probably will develop
Some gluteal mold,
It's better than yogurt
It rivals French cheese,
It's really quite a delicacy
The Creme de Menthe of disease.

Fibril_late; 9/94