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Ace Colonoscopy Doctor Larry Borowsky – Redux
(some few years ago, I didst solidly waste
a few hours toil letting with the following bupkis.)
Ask any devotee of above
named gastroenterologist
officious military
licensed cheeky knuckler,
n’er kissed gluteus maximus –
he soldiered thru med school
despite getting pooped out
rigorous regimen now he knows
irritable bowels of human
excretory system, which iz
alimentary and familiar flickr ring
sleight of hand linkedin quicken
wrist zooms into grab bag
of medicinal tricks - mimics
waving magic wand bitta bang
prestidigitation abracadabra of
anal scope brings – dang
gustatory scenic aerated holy
smoker of a rectum,
a waste land fang
less, but the seat of dingle
berries sometimes hang
whence undergoing this
behind the scenes procedure
where smelly silent sonnets
from sphincter sprang
most times flatulence
relieved in private place
but, post op - probe ass boss
aerates sterile space
scrutinizes patient living long, or
departing from human race,
rearing specialist unheralded doctor
relieves anguish without a trace
which gratitude spurred crappy
attempt to compose verse
to express appreciation clean bill
of health and dis purse
anticipatory anxiety,
this pooper trooper
endured with pseudo “nurse”
actually wife, who nudged
(cheekily) me to
undergo examination
lest she bare witness
becoming a widow
following mine hearse
if hypothetical demise did pass,
deceased would hear loud curse
analogous to unstoppable enema,
(brought out from downed colyte)
expletives interspersed
with my name
exhibiting master card
shark cunning never forgiving,
nor forgetting how we happened
to be broke nearly the entire coup
d’état of marriage – reaching
cheeky tush pinching catatonic
state die n rapport,
this generic guy
saved from premature
death viz ace sing
examination tantamount with
flying burnt offal ling colors –
at least now,
our two darling daughters can
(in doo doo time), perhaps
with children - longevity courtesy
of doctor Larry Borowsky
whose honed trained hands n eyes,
(he iz hearing impaired)
to scout out and ticket
suspicious cellular demons,
aim of innocuous microbes to destroy
e pluribus enum alone!
a few hours toil letting with the following bupkis.)
Ask any devotee of above
named gastroenterologist
officious military
licensed cheeky knuckler,
n’er kissed gluteus maximus –
he soldiered thru med school
despite getting pooped out
rigorous regimen now he knows
irritable bowels of human
excretory system, which iz
alimentary and familiar flickr ring
sleight of hand linkedin quicken
wrist zooms into grab bag
of medicinal tricks - mimics
waving magic wand bitta bang
prestidigitation abracadabra of
anal scope brings – dang
gustatory scenic aerated holy
smoker of a rectum,
a waste land fang
less, but the seat of dingle
berries sometimes hang
whence undergoing this
behind the scenes procedure
where smelly silent sonnets
from sphincter sprang
most times flatulence
relieved in private place
but, post op - probe ass boss
aerates sterile space
scrutinizes patient living long, or
departing from human race,
rearing specialist unheralded doctor
relieves anguish without a trace
which gratitude spurred crappy
attempt to compose verse
to express appreciation clean bill
of health and dis purse
anticipatory anxiety,
this pooper trooper
endured with pseudo “nurse”
actually wife, who nudged
(cheekily) me to
undergo examination
lest she bare witness
becoming a widow
following mine hearse
if hypothetical demise did pass,
deceased would hear loud curse
analogous to unstoppable enema,
(brought out from downed colyte)
expletives interspersed
with my name
exhibiting master card
shark cunning never forgiving,
nor forgetting how we happened
to be broke nearly the entire coup
d’état of marriage – reaching
cheeky tush pinching catatonic
state die n rapport,
this generic guy
saved from premature
death viz ace sing
examination tantamount with
flying burnt offal ling colors –
at least now,
our two darling daughters can
(in doo doo time), perhaps
with children - longevity courtesy
of doctor Larry Borowsky
whose honed trained hands n eyes,
(he iz hearing impaired)
to scout out and ticket
suspicious cellular demons,
aim of innocuous microbes to destroy
e pluribus enum alone!
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