An Ode to Constipation…


 

I need  a serious emancipation,

from this pain called constipation.

Afflicts all from different forms of occupation,

no one’s free from its difficult captivation.


Though I am a man of easy flow,

sometimes fall prey and get its deadly blow.

Its a pain in the place, you know what I mean,

from the disgusting rut that’s lying within.


Suffered a lot, made my entire day so grim,

tried and failed though I was filled to the brim.

Exerted pressure more than I could manage,

just failed utterly to offload the garbage.


Tried papayas and yogurt but nothing worked,

glass of hot water in wee hours only irked.

When there’s no remedy for two-two days,

all one does is pass on time with a grim face.


Then finally miracle occurred,

when I no longer the pain suffered.

Something worked and really very well,

relieved finally from its deadly spell.


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Comments

I am sorry for my crudeness…
My intention is to please…
This is for all the men and boys…not for the ladies…

Sorry ladies…After all we all enjoy this…

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This is a funny poem and yes crude, but good.

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hahahha!KRISHNA-THE MASTER OF TOILET HUMOUR!this is totally unique,completely out-of-the-normal,but yet so poetic…:p.
I wonder if we could classify poems in terms of emotions…what say??

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