So here I sit upon the loo,
Waiting for a very large p...........!
Countless visits in the last two days,
And still no relief for my malaise.
But wait - I feel one about to start,
A rumble below - but it's just another f..........!
A short little thing - not a puff - more a piff,
But boy oh boy what a noxious whiff!
Next time, perhaps, I'll wait a bit,
And in the meantime write a poem about my awaited.........
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It's very worrying - I thought our family grew out of toilet humour when Charlotte grew up - oh dear! ;)
ReplyDeleteHow lucky we are to have a friend who can write such wonderful poems. You never know one day you may become the Poet Lawrieat.(ho ho) It is great to know that you are at home and sooo nice to speak to you the other day.
ReplyDeleteSorry I missed this rumble through cyber space, Lawrie. Been rather busy lately. I'll never forget in hospital during my 5 weeks in Austria being given laxative tablets, which had no effect whatsoever. So I had to have the nurse (male this time sadly!)giving me the pellet and squirt enema. It was usually a poor unsuspecting female nurse that had to bring and empty the bedpan each time! That male nurse was the only one I ever allowed to take the ..... out of me!! Take care. Good to see you’re on the mend.
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