The Gift
The Gift
I recently turned fifty,
so my doctor sent a gift.
A little box wrapped neatly,
my mood began to shift.
It was made for collecting
a sample of my poo.
I wrinkled up my nose,
and wondered what I should do.
The thought filled me with dread.
I really didn’t want to do it.
Then I stopped to ponder
what my other choice would be.
A nasty prep followed by
a colonoscopy.
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