Funny phrase, serious sandwich;
but I suppose that
in every man’s life,
the time must come
to “gird up your loins,”
whatever the hell that means.
I mostly just like to
call my junk, loins; but
if loins are junk, when
are my loins not girded up,
except for when I sleep?
And why should my loins be
girded up, as opposed to down?
I know that somewhere in this
possibly is a truth worth grasping,
but in my making light of all way,
I can’t see beyond the humor of the phrase.
So as I take my next step in life,
I will be sure to do so
loined up, down, or side to side,
whichever feels best at the time.
the sieve and the sand 
um… line 1 might be trademarked.
the last two lines are the best youve written yet
I just came across your blog. You guys have a fun quirky style. This one was a little awkward to read but wraps up great at the end. Thanks for informing us all so well about your loins. By the way, I loin side to side.
I also like the last two lines, and my loins are usually not girded up when I’m in the shower, in response to the question posed in lines 10 and 11, and I could name a few other general occasions when they aren’t girded in any particular direction, but perhaps that’s best left to the imagination.
girding loins is a hobby of mine.
pig loin… mmm…. donuts…
It’s good to know that so many people out there are interested in loins, both mine and their own; I have new hope in the human race.
An interesting topic loins are.