RECTAL STUMP MUCUS (AGAIN).
I do not wish to be a bore
by writing about mucus more
but writing rhyme is how I cope
at times when I am losing hope.
For those of you who do not know
I had my stoma years ago
because I was incontinent,
which I hoped a stoma would prevent.
Diverting faeces from my bum
to have it come out of my tum
has, as far as I can tell,
helped me manage shit quite well.
What I was not quite expecting
was rectal mucus to be affecting
me in almost the same way as
in the past, incontinence has.
This smelly, slimy, mucus will
quite often simply overspill
from the inco-pads onto
my underpants, so soak them through.
The inco-pads are not so good
at absorbing as they should,
so I fold up a tissue to
ram it up where once was Pooh.
It is not quite as bad as shit,
yet nonetheless, I don’t like it
and I would rather not have to
rely on a folded tissue.
For those who don’t know of this mess,
they may not understand the stress
that wayward mucus can impose
unless, in rhyme, I can expose.
For me, my mucus is ironic
as through the years, it’s become chronic.
B. Withers 2024
(with acknowledgement to keepers51 for the prompt)
