OSTOMY CHOICES.
Because I have an ostomy.
There are choices left to me.
With regard to doing poo.
The choice I have is one of two.
I could change or empty bags.
But this way is full of snags.
Throughout the day in spurts and spits.
It takes more time in little bits.
If I farted, bags would smell.
And let out that tell-tale smell.
Sometimes they would get too full.
Then on my skin they’d start to pull.
Occasionally they would break free.
And faeces flew all over me.
They could leak and they might run.
All in all they weren’t much fun.
These sort of things went on each day.
And frankly, they got in my way.
I thought they could be mitigated.
If my bowel was irrigated.
My choice or option number two.
Was to irrigate my poo.
The use of water gives control.
And made my stoma a blowhole.
But irrigation takes so long.
I feel the waste of time is wrong.
So I now look for things to do.
As I sit upon the loo.
Because this process takes some time.
I can sit and make up rhyme.
So in my case the time’s not lost.
As my rhymes seem worth the cost.
B. Withers 2012
Because I have an ostomy.
There are choices left to me.
With regard to doing poo.
The choice I have is one of two.
I could change or empty bags.
But this way is full of snags.
Throughout the day in spurts and spits.
It takes more time in little bits.
If I farted, bags would smell.
And let out that tell-tale smell.
Sometimes they would get too full.
Then on my skin they’d start to pull.
Occasionally they would break free.
And faeces flew all over me.
They could leak and they might run.
All in all they weren’t much fun.
These sort of things went on each day.
And frankly, they got in my way.
I thought they could be mitigated.
If my bowel was irrigated.
My choice or option number two.
Was to irrigate my poo.
The use of water gives control.
And made my stoma a blowhole.
But irrigation takes so long.
I feel the waste of time is wrong.
So I now look for things to do.
As I sit upon the loo.
Because this process takes some time.
I can sit and make up rhyme.
So in my case the time’s not lost.
As my rhymes seem worth the cost.
B. Withers 2012
