A surface, quite continuous,
infolded on itself,
outpouchings number
five in all.
Might you be kind enough,
after I have seen,
and thoroughly examined this
to put us both at ease,
reveal the name of it?
I know, of course,
and tell you now
that you must surely jest
to say,
the object might, in fact
fit part
of my anatomy!
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/right-hemisphere-deficit/
