I discovered, in the course of research today, that a woman named Sharon McCartney wrote a book of poetry called The Love Song of Laura Ingalls Wilder.
The poems are mainly written from the point of view of things Laura Ingalls Wilder grew up with - objects, outfits... tools. The butter churn pens an ode; Ma's green delaine dress sighs a sonnet. And one of the poems is by Pa's penis. It's called Pa's Penis.
I like poetry. And lord knows I loves me some Laura Ingalls Wilder. And I've been known to speculate about hidden parts of the Ingalls day-to-day existence. But ... no. Just...no.
Now, Pa's Steaming Pile, I can get behind.