I found 'em on the floor one night:
discarded socks no longer white
(the guy had diarrhoea, that's clear -
no paper left to wipe his rear -
and took the socks right off his feet...)
I guess he'd used the final sheet
of paper on the roll. He whined,
I bet! Then left his socks behind!
Poor Ronald had bad diarrhoea
Wet faeces shot out of his rear
Large brown stain was spreading
New pants he'll be shedding
His wedding day's ruined - oh dear!
Thoughts behave like patterned clouds
gently waft across a clear blue sky
Poetic verse must forthwith be recorded,
or exit brain and quickly pass you by
The predicament arises
when involved with other tings
Must address the urge to run upstairs,
write down the latest verse, immediately it rings
It's almost like a a burst of diarrhoea
not endured for many years, a hasty urgent caper
Apply the term poetic diarrhoea
the outcome of each is they use up reams of paper
Will you please be so kind as to explain why,
gentlemen of your ilk or, much as you,
on first meeting, soon after greeting,
or within a conversation or two,
to those like me, or such as I,
feel the need, to bring up to speed,
and are compelled to dwell on and extol,
their personal proclivities, propensities,
predilections, predispositions,
inclinations and tendencies?
Come what may, we are who we are, it is what it is,
whereby, we have no say and, by all means,
it's preordained, hereditary, chance or happenstance,
and, as does diarrhoea, runs in the genes.
For, as to the preferences of others,
I must admit, be aware, I don't care one little bit,
and for their penchants, not a lot, in fact, nary a single jot,
altho', I wish they wouldn't swish, as they look silly doing it.
But, in the end, they may tend to extend,
or rise to the occasion,
and participate in the bringing of
brotherly love to those of their persuasion.
"Oh King Charles Philip Arthur George,
how do I see thee?
Let me count the ways...
Tho' beauty is only skin deep,
and in the eye of the beholder,
or so we have been told,
yours is more, it goes to the bone,
a sore sight for eyes to behold,
now you have acceded to the throne.
As, like diarrhoea, it seems,
it runs in the genes,
and, if POTUS is President of the USA,
would you be he, KOTUK,
King Of The UK?"
'Surely you jest,' quoth he in dour reply.
Tho', not joking nor feeling surly,
"Some things you simply can't deny,
ours not to reason why," said I,
"and please don't call me Shirley!"
Fish
Fish can breathe out of
water when:
the moon cries, possums get diarrhoea or
dance to
bongo drums in
acid rain storms, insults alight, testicles break out in
hives, oil brushes speak up about
pot hole problems, and
toy lambs have thousands of
able to be done interpretations about
some things.
Temples
Slightly open are my
temples. Mosquitoes need a
place to
rest. On the whole drinking or
bathing in
mosquito piss isn’t an
unpleasant or
a wrong thing
to do. It cures
diarrhoea.
In the woods lurks the grey angel;
Wingless and disillusioned, he awaits
The onset of diarrhoea,
Bismarck’s jocular displeasure
And the seagull’s lugubrious weightlessness –
Later than previously, he erects
A flag made of wormwood
Brought all the way
From the ceiling of an underground café in East Berlin -
He sighs….and it is like someone playing
A musical saw: it expresses harmoniously
His perpendicular musical soul –
Expecting nothing, he is perpetually disappointed
By the visitations of crones desirous of petty miracles,
Of repentant tax-gatherers requesting absolution,
On New-Age moongazers seeking enlightenment,
Of people who desire certainty, answers,
Of people who pursue truth and self-righteousness,
Of people who just want to see what an angel,
Any angel looks like. Only these curious rubbernecks
Touch his bland and ironic soul with a faint luminosity –
Their enthusiasm for life, if crass and tawdry,
At least provides the salt which otherwise
Has lost its flavour….a pity
That it just rubs salt into his wounds.
Convulsions with consciousness.
Spasm and exaggerated sensitiveness.
Alternate constipation and diarrhoea.
Paralysis after apoplexy,parts cold,numb,
and emaciated.Coldness of whole body
and Cannot get warm in bed at night.
Choking,or spasmodic contraction in throat.
Sharp and shooting pains in thighs,with torpor
and paralytic weakness and tottering of legs.
Tendency of legs to become numb and dead.
Paralysis,coldness,and insensibility of legs.
Cramps in feet and toes.Burning itching in toes.
Spasms which the patient compares to electric shocks.
(Wehm,Nafsiyat,Aqua,Drink,Drugs,Injection,Game Over)
It has been a short - lived career,
Former ones tried on Black Maria;
To soon start bearing A Pariah,
His story the same in Syria,
Which he had judged land of Moriah,
Jesus Christ leaving for Sharia
Stopped prayers for his Diarrhoea
A life of uncompleted jobs
With a strong heart that dully throbs
Two eyes that wouldn't see the snubs
And a right hand that nostrils rubs
It's a Jimmy Cliff's Foolish Pride,
So the setbacks he'd swept aside
With a radio as tireless
As its system is wireless
Reaching station of the tactless
For the funny and humorless.
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Note.Underprivileged boys died who lived in slums..
eating lamb biryani with pilau rice
drowned by a bottle of red wine
diarrhoea beckons
Bitterness is a pill,
Too easy to swallow,
But hard to digest,
Giving those who swallow it,
Side effects that can last a lifetime.
These include reoccurring bouts of verbal diarrhoea,
Frequent headaches from dwelling on past events,
Difficulty in forming relationships with other than fellow pill takers,
Heightened gullibility,
Low self-esteem,
Easily led to do criminal acts,
Poor overall heath,
With no chance of a letter from the queen.
The best waakye in the community is sold by the gutter,
Gutter choked with rubbish and litter,
Litter that stops the flow of water,
Water, contaminated as it is, the breeding grounds for mosquitoes,
Mosquitoes that cause malaria,
They hover around the food that we love,
And so we eat,
Eat to our hearts’ content,
And we enjoy every single bit of it,
And we fall sick; we get treated for cholera or diarrhoea,
And we still run back to the gutter-side,
We run back for more, more of our destruction,
Because that is the home of our favorite food, the gutter-side.
Mr Bombastic
So sycophantic
Spins discs of plastic
He’s so sarcastic -
Thinks he’s fantastic!
He’s on a health kick
Eat prunes in aspic....
His guts turn spastic
Diarrhoea quite drastic!
02/10/20
Simple silly scribbles after eating prunes for breakfast whilst listening to an 'in your face dj' on internet radio!
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