Sunday, May 15, 2011

I heard the term, "hostile abdomen", while attending a seminar yesterday. I immediately recognized it as the perfect line to a new poem; have a look.


He had a hostile abdomen
An angry bowel,
A devilish duodenum
And a gall-bladder scowl,
His kidneys were complaining
His pancreas perturbed,
His liver was livid
And his spleen was disturbed.

All in all, his hostile gut
Was threatening to rebel,
His appendix was the renegade
Leading them all to Hell.


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