Doodoo

My niece - one little madam, aptly called Royale inspired this poem.

I think Ive got a problem
I must confess to you
I really cannot hide it
When Im pressed to go to the loo
I simply cannot stand it
When I have to smell my poo
So will you please advise me
What am I supposed to doodoo?

Sometimes it comes with a sound
Of a shocking sharp staccato
At times it comes around
With a loud offending crescendo
But when it is released
And the body is appeased
The other thing to close
Is the passage of your nose

I have to make it clear
What this ordeal is, my dear
A very normal experience
With a soothing consequence
But woe betide you friend
When you've eaten chilli no end
Then it will let you know
That its the enema, friend or foe..

Reviews

[Mayé]

Haha, I really enjoyed reading this.

[Anima Akuffo]

Thanks Maye. I'm glad I made you laugh... that was the intention; to address a natural experience in a humorous way. Thanks for the review.

[Matching Socks]

LOL! I love the humour in this little piece here.
Fun one. :)

[Anima Akuffo]

Thank you Ana Sophia. Just keeping things light lol. Life can be too serious you know hahaha..Thanks for the review. xx