There was a young lady Mary Lou
Who didn't know what to do
She'd spend the whole day crying
No matter how hard she was trying
She wasn't able to do #2
Mary Lou had a good friend John
Who was aware of her terrible plight
Every day he'd extend an invitation
'Won't you come and pay me a visit?
I'm sure it'll make you feel better, right?'
Mary Lou would always turn him down
Which was foolish I would say
She should have accepted his invitation
Going to John every day
Would probably cure her constipation!
Wait, I left out the word 'the'
'Going to the John every day'
It's probably unnecesary anyway
Without it, it's still pretty obvious
Duh!
Oh my dear! This was never
Oh my dear! This was never much of a problem until the years piled on irretrievably. We have lots of prunes, oatmeal, fibre drinks and such, just to get to a regular and painless movement.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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Thank you so much..
Thank you so much for your comment. I'll never forget the advice my father gave me many years ago. 'Keep your mouth shut, and your bowels open'. Best advice I ever received. Thanks again.