BLOODY MEMORY!
Today my pooh was crimson red
so I had got it in my head
that something must have come amiss
to have a pooh that looks like this.
Of course, my pooh has bled before
so, I thought I knew the score
and wondered if I should go to
the A&E to check this goo.
I have to say, I irrigate
and my pooh doesn’t irritate
so, I rely on colour, where
it may show me what may be there.
The colour red raises alarm
for blood in pooh can cause me harm
and often might be serious
as well as deleterious.
So, as I tend to my stoma,
quelling all the foul aroma,
I try to put this in context
and plan whatever to do next.
There is no pain to worry me
so I feel I still can be free
to try to think this thing right through
‘till I decide what I should do.
I weigh the problem that I’ve got
and think about it quite a lot
before I reassess what’s there
and this is what I wish to share.
My memory has failed again
to register that with no pain
the colour might be what I ate
and should not put me in a state.
Then I recall, and none too soon,
the beetroot that I had at noon.
B. Withers 2024
