Blumfeld

I got the idea for this one from Kafka’s short story Blumfeld, an Elderly Bachelor. Those weird bouncing balls really freak me out, like something out of The Twilight Zone. I’ve always thought this

For balls to bounce is very rude,

Unless they dropped. Ascendancy

Is boldness we don’t like to see.

And roundness really is quite lewd.

For spheres, directions are the same,

And favoring the vertical

Is impudent in a mere ball.

A proper toy should be more tame.