Enema variations

Todays idiocy

Enema variations.

 

When you’re bunged up and cannot go.

You are convinced that doctors know.

Precisely what they need to do.

To bring blessed relief to you.

 

At first they will try laxatives

But when they find that nothing gives.

Stronger measures are called for.

Methods which have worked before.

 

They will resort to enemas.

In the hopes that you will pass

A motion of full confidence

and thus provide the evidence.

 

Old remedies in modern form.

Will make quite certain you perform

Warm soapy water and a hose.

which in the past the doctors chose.

 

Have been replaced by pessaries

Which generally work successfully.

They are inserted anally

I can assure you painlessly.

 

You have been chosen specially

To test their latest discovery.

It works almost immediately.

You can’t doubt its efficacy.

 

 

But your relief is tempered by

The knowledge that the doctors try.

Experimental remedies

Ostensibly to bring you ease.

 

But you suspect the truth to be.

They want to prove their theory.

If it works then they will claim

They have succeeded in their aim.

 

And they will claim all credit due

For designing something new.
but if it fails as some drugs do.

They will experiment anew.

 

A pint or two of honest ale

A remedy that does not fail.

My great grandmother would prescribe

Which I would readily imbibe.

 

Instead of which I’m subject to

What the quacks decide to do.

I think I will discharge myself

To protect my mental health.

 

I find the stress too much to bear

I would be better off elsewhere.
hospitals are not for me.

I need mild ale and urgently.

 

 

 

 

Although the doctors disagree

The final choice is down to me.

My great grandmothers remedy

Holds much more appeal to me.

 

 By the time I have sunk a few

I will be rushing to the loo.

Relieved of all the stress and strain

Caused by what the doctors do.

 

I shall sit upon the throne

Thankful that I am alone.

I will relax and just let go

I will not strive against the flow.

 

Of toxic wastes that poison me.

I shall be sitting comfortably.

In my own loo in privacy.

The ultimate in luxury.

 

Friday, 28 October 2011

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[Greg the Bard]

Amen !