THE FATE OF AN OSTOMATE

THE FATE OF AN OSTOMATE.



The fate of one new ostomate


who couldn’t wait to irrigate


could be a helpful learning tool


for any future hopeful fool.



What started as a defecation


ended up in devastation.


When starting to eliminate


he found it indiscriminate.



When sound came from his stomach-ache.


he found there was no stoma brake.


Hot poo-like stuff from stoma shot


and sure enough he got the lot.



He didn’t quite know what to do


to guide the flow from all that poo.


He was in it, head to toe


so didn’t know which way to go.



What with the stink and all the brown


his normal instincts let him down.


This plight for him was not much fun


for he could neither fight nor run.



He smelt the splat that he had shat


and felt a prat in all of that.


You bet this man was a victim


and yet it did not get to him.



After he cleaned up the mess


he seemed to see it as a test.


He thought he ought to contemplate


his fate to be an ostomate.



He’s not put off nor is he scared


as next time he is more prepared.


Of course he’s got a lot of hope


because he knows that he can cope.



B. Withers 2013

Thanks Bill, and cope we do.

Hello ron in mich. Thanks for your post. Sometimes I feel there is not a lot of choice but to cope (and hope).Best wishes Bill

I roared. Thank you for that... He smelled the splat that he had shat...

Hello elisabeast. There's often a poetic gem -- the problem is - is finding them. Sometimes a gem will shine so brightwhen the circumstance is right.When I am searching for a rhyme gems can be found in muck and slime.It's only when muck's moved aroundthat these little gems are found.Best wishesBill