Defecation clogged toilet bowl...

rew4er2nail

courtesy prescription laxative AMITIZA

and found (me) zee papa pooped out,

thus embarrassing communiqué I post,

a reasonably rhyming poetic shout

to air grievances

concerning outsize bowel movement
hoping (fat/slim chance)

Mike Rowe happens tubby about,

though shadow of doubt

he will avail himself.

 

Anal eyes zing thee
nightly dump for yesterday

January 31st, 2022 - whereby

plying plunger in vain, cuz suction

barely helped obstruction give way

I nearly lost me life and limb oy vey

oh my dog, the same asinine outcome

which spurred poet to get underway

matter of fact, a replay

 

of excretion almost occurred today

and thus an attempt to describe

a tragicomic scenario

regarding bowel movement size of subway

an urgent message to maintenance person,
yours truly must relay

overflowing potty nearly

found yours truly quay

 

king, yet impossible mission arises to portray

unsightly situation, the

juvenile elements of harried style

I hate to overplay

odoriferous subject matter

nsync with constipation

since laxative delineates,

expedites, facilitates,... née

 

posits heavy load emanating out rectum

quite amazing what smelly waste exits out me

necessitating captain my captain

to signal emergency mayday

posterior end, a dime size orifice,

which malfunctioning sphincter muscles

one moost never be lackaday

'though kids and adults


laughed back in the day,

if and/or when Danny Kaye

tactfully poked fun
at such critical bodily phenomenon

equally important as a jackstay

to keep afloat body electric

'curse with auxiliary accouterments interplay

analogously precise as


Swiss made timepiece

said system responsible
to expel bodily toxins

upon which sitting on porcelain throne

one can softly utter hooray

thankful to experience relative pleasure

until one becomes feeble minded,

whereat sixty plus shades of gray

 

matter allows, enables, and

provides enjoyably foray

into the bathroom, which entranceway

hoop fully not barred nor off limits

cuz that primitive urge one best not delay

lest one requires lower

gastrointestinal intervention

especially if blocked up


fecal matter turns to clay

unless of course one doth

cause damage and betray

respect toward well
oiled human machine

exercising and eating healthy

avoiding backside skeleton musculature issues

yes... I reckon during twilight years

control over bowels doth slip away.

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 31st, 2022 10:40
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 12
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