THINKING ABOUT MY STOMA
It is with full acknowledgement to Bob, for providing the stimulus and the concept for this rhyme that I give to you my thoughts for this morning:-
THINKING ABOUT MY STOMA.
There was a time, as I recall,
stoma management would be all
I could think about each day
because it would not go away.
There it was, stuck on my side,
so, there was nowhere I could hide,
and it was prone to moan and groan,
therefore, it made its presence known.
Then, everyday I’d tend to it,
for if I didn’t, I would shit
over all my clothes and stuff,
which made me feel I’d had enough.
It wasn’t very nice to be
stuck with this stoma on me,
when it would do just as it pleased
then, made me feel I was diseased.
It took up all may waking thoughts,
until one day, I thought I ought
to bring this thing under control
before it took my very soul.
Each day, I would experiment,
so I could try to circumvent
the problems that were always there
in this sad, and sorry affair.
For many days I cursed and cussed,
until I finally had sussed,
precisely what was right for me,
then, suddenly, I felt so free.
Then, my mind started to wander,
and felt free enough to ponder,
all those other things in life,
free from all that stoma-strife.
B. Withers 2020