Ode To My Colon

We care for each other as a team.

I give you tools, you keep things reamed.

And now I beg your forgiveness

For my being so witless.

I shouldn't have doubted you.  

You know I can't ive without you.

I feared you'd had a few problems

And maybe this would solve 'em.

The doctor's urging made me frightened

But now I am enlightened.

Age is only a number,

NOT a reason to go under.

And through it all you were a trooper

As they came at you through my pooper.

They inspected every inch.

The probing was a cinch.

Everything was squeaky clean.

Nary a polyp was seen.

Well, only one was found.

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

Colon, oh colon! You leave no waste

My confidence in you is aptly placed.

Never again will I distrust  your fortitude.

Please, oh please, accept my gratitude.

Naida Lavon

Feb. 18, 2019

PCC Poetry Class

Angie Ebba, instructor

Assignment: write an ode to a body part