Torpedoes

I want to make a bee line for the shop —

there is panic buying again —

but my bowels wonโ€™t let me,

Please let me go, I say.

But my bowels are recalcitrant.

When they get in this mood there is nothing

you can do.

I threaten them with torpedoes,

my moondrop grapes

but they grip their fists even harder

against the attack.

So rather than sit and wait & twiddle my thumbs

I write this little poem.

My bowels immediately relent.

There are enough bad bowel poems out there

anyway.

Mine does not want to be added to the list.

My bowels heave a sigh of relief.

11 thoughts on “Torpedoes

  1. I must say I hesitated for a few hours before posting this because of the subject matter but decided if you’re a writer you write about what concerns you, openly and compassionately without being dogmatic, otherwise you may as well give up ๐Ÿ™‚

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