Fear Nowt
Love Hope
I’ve cleaned out my intestines and dried them with a towel
But despite all these fine efforts I’ve an unsanitary bowel
I take all the precautions, I’ve smoothed out all the gaps
But I know that in the morning my rectum will prolapse
I’ve tried all kinds of treatments and used a range of lotions
Still the rumblings never cease, nor do the perpetual motions
If only I’d been warned about the hygiene risk
I’d have wiped off all the egg and sterilized the whisk
Now I dare not look behind for fear of how I’ll react
When I find this stool I’m sitting on is my intestinal tract
I feel a great discomfort, enough to shed a tear
The cause is most unpleasant for I have diarrhoea
Frequent fluid faeces comes pouring from my anus
It runs inside my trouser leg and fills both of my trainers
I’m scared to leave the toilet, I don’t know what to do
I’m worried that if I break wind I’ll shower the room with poo
And so I’ll remain seated. I’ll shiver and I’ll squirm
Whilst praying for the holy day when all my stools are firm
I can’t say I’ve been perfect, I know that I’ve sinned
But despite all my faults I have not broken wind
I may have been naughty and buzzed like a bee
But these terrible vapours have not come from me
So forgive me, my darling, but admit what is true
That these nasal offences were committed by you ♥
Snazzle wazzle gurgle sluice
Careful you don’t spill your juice
Smashle bashle purcel grunge
Wipe it up now with a sponge
Tripple Dipple wanky dicky
Must be quick or it gets sticky
Slipple nipple spunky slime
Oh dear, you’ve run out of time!
Jon Ridgeway
Mon 17th May 2010 13:33
It's actually 4 separate poems stuck together - does that make it quadriliteral?