While there is a lull in correspondence, I'll share another rhyme that might otherwise be confined to the dusty shelves of obscurity.
Best wishes
Bill
ABDOMEN.
I used to have an abdomen
like other fit and active men.
Slim, with muscles well defined
and symmetrically aligned.
Of course, this was a different age
and playing on a different stage.
For then, I had the momentum
to maintain a healthy tum.
I was always exercising
thus, it was not so surprising
that with this type of emphasis
my body-shape reflected this.
I can recall, when I would train
I rarely ever suffered pain,
and I would train both hard and long
with nothing ever going wrong.
At fifty, I would still work-out
for that’s what being fit’s about,
and I enjoyed that past routine,
which meant that I was fit and lean.
It did not seem to take too long
when things first started to go wrong,
then illness confined me to bed
and I was inactive instead.
I had troubles with my gut
and repercussions in my butt,
which ended in an operation
and rapid degeneration.
Now I am old, my belly’s round
and stuck upon it, can be found
a stoma, which tends to protrude
and this is where the poo extrudes.
My abdomen is now a mess
which can cause me great distress.
B. Withers 2019
