The Constipation Blues
More blockage from the king of thrones.
A pencil needed to clear those stones.
My good friend Jan she can relate.
Her toilet hack will sure negate.
Plugged up tighter than a drum.
He screams in pain for everyone.
The drama from the porcelain throne.
Please shut the door to be alone.
Privacy now is yours to have.
Behind closed doors the bitter half.
A pencil slid under the crack.
Tread lightly for the next attack.
Up yours friend to find relief.
More roughage is a fine belief.
An apple a day or so they say.
Will keep your constipation at bay.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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