<br><br>
THERE WAS A MAN.<br />
<br />
There was a man from Oswestry (UK)<br />
who had to have an ostomy.(OK)<br />
He had no use for his old bum<br />
for faeces flowed from out his tum.<br />
<br />
Like the man I knew from York<br />
who resorted to a cork.<br />
But he knew eventually<br />
he’d have to have an ostomy.<br />
<br />
Then there’s the man from London town<br />
who used to make his trousers brown.<br />
But now he doesn’t have that drag<br />
for he can simply wear a bag.<br />
<br />
There was a man who came from Wales<br />
had trouble with his own entrails.<br />
But when the surgeon used the knife<br />
the ostomy gave back his life.<br />
<br />
There was a man from Brechin City<br />
whose life could be described as shitty.<br />
Until that day he had the op<br />
‘twas then his shittiness did stop.<br />
<br />
There was a man I knew from Kent<br />
whose life had been in toilets spent.<br />
Then suddenly he was set free<br />
when once he had his ostomy.<br />
<br />
There was a man that came from Leeds<br />
who had unmentionable needs.<br />
I cannot go right into it.<br />
suffice to say, it concerned shit.<br />
<br />
Once I met a man from Herts<br />
who suffered with his rectal parts.<br />
But like the other’s, said to me<br />
his saviour was his ostomy.<br />
<br />
B. Withers 2012<br />
<br><br>
THERE WAS A MAN.<br />
<br />
There was a man from Oswestry (UK)<br />
who had to have an ostomy.(OK)<br />
He had no use for his old bum<br />
for faeces flowed from out his tum.<br />
<br />
Like the man I knew from York<br />
who resorted to a cork.<br />
But he knew eventually<br />
he’d have to have an ostomy.<br />
<br />
Then there’s the man from London town<br />
who used to make his trousers brown.<br />
But now he doesn’t have that drag<br />
for he can simply wear a bag.<br />
<br />
There was a man who came from Wales<br />
had trouble with his own entrails.<br />
But when the surgeon used the knife<br />
the ostomy gave back his life.<br />
<br />
There was a man from Brechin City<br />
whose life could be described as shitty.<br />
Until that day he had the op<br />
‘twas then his shittiness did stop.<br />
<br />
There was a man I knew from Kent<br />
whose life had been in toilets spent.<br />
Then suddenly he was set free<br />
when once he had his ostomy.<br />
<br />
There was a man that came from Leeds<br />
who had unmentionable needs.<br />
I cannot go right into it.<br />
suffice to say, it concerned shit.<br />
<br />
Once I met a man from Herts<br />
who suffered with his rectal parts.<br />
But like the other’s, said to me<br />
his saviour was his ostomy.<br />
<br />
B. Withers 2012<br />
<br><br>