Lament

Lament

It's time to lament
and bring out the towels
when the subject at hand
is an old man's bowels.

Taken for granted,
ignored at best,
a young man's bowels
is good fodder for jest.

Jokes of the anus,
songs of the ass,
the bowels embrace humor
that's usually crass.

Anatomical PR
is not the strong suit
of a bodily function
inspiring hoots.

But tempus fugit
and all that stuff:
there comes a time
when enough is enough.

Low in priority
for years and more,
the bowels gets a chance
to even the score.

And it's the elderly
taking the brunt
of the bowels' revenge
with telling stunts:

an old man listens
to an old friend's rants:
then quite without warning
he soils his pants!

Or sweet Aunt Mary
in the choir at church
can't find her hymn book
we all have to search

by the time we find it
such time has passed
the chapel has filled
with fartiing and gas!

And so it goes
revenge of the bowels
no more crass humor
no more crude howls

stench isn't funny
when old men are tense
they've taken to diapers
their only defense

the bowels are triumphant
the victory done
the moral: be careful
of how you make fun.








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