54. Ode to Christine – Who truly loves her excrement.

Oh lower colon, oh lower colon, how did I miss that you had fallen.

*Oh lower colon, oh lower colon, how did I miss that you had fallen.

*Oh lower colon, oh lower colon, I should have named you something like Rowan.

(Because it rhymes, no reference to Shannon’s delightful son.  He does not relate to me like a lower colon in any way.)

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I should have valued passing gas, I should have enjoyed wiping my ass.  (Sorry.)

Oh lower colon, oh lower colon, how did I miss that you had fallen.

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So many decades you were true, processing food and making poo.

Oh lower colon, oh lower colon, how did I miss that you had fallen.

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You cried out, but now your dead.  The surgeon took you in a hospital bed.

Oh lower colon, oh lower colon, how did I miss that you had fallen!