Nurses are hands-down, the masters of the universe, when it comes to dealing with feces. But, that's nothing to brag about, I think!

The Mystery of Life

Welcome to our special
Old fashioned kind of action,
Push up your shirtsleeves
It’s time for dis-impaction,
Bedrest is the burden
The damnation of immobility,
The loss of muscle tone
And G.I. motility.

Nurses far and wide
Despise this ugly task,
You have to get real close
And you need a scented mask,
After milk-o-magic citrate
And a dulcolax bullet,
You need to grope around inside
Find a knobby chunk and pull it.

The colon is lengthy
Sinuous and twisted,
How deep can you reach
When your gloved hand is fisted,
It may require some force
To open the tunnel,
So you may need a grease gun
And a fifty -french funnel.

I focus on the misery
Visited on our species,
The mystery of life
Once again is feces.

Fibril_late; 6/95