When you’ve slept all night in a warm bed, sometimes 
You’ll find a punky fragrance in your pajamas. 
It’s a bit lowlife, but satisfying. 
It’s some sort of companionable warmth 
That your balls created during the night. 
It’s a mammal’s delight, related 
To the cow’s udder, one 
Of the nouns of this earth. 
Don’t be ashamed, friends; 
Don’t throw your pajamas in the washer, 
Don’t open the window; 
Forget the pilgrims! 
Think how sweet it is 
That knowledge should come 
From a source so deep.