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The Bunghole

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Published at 12:35:09-0800 Updated
Tags: poetry, parody

A parody of William Blake's "The Tyger".

Bunghole! Bunghole! Clenching tight,
On the toilet, in the night.
Curse you, bowels! Set me free!
Has my poo no place to be?

In a distant land of glee— Somewhere constipation-free— Man may poo most joyfully. He knows not of agony.

He knows not the price we pay: Pants 'round ankles, we inveigh, Grunting, swearing, moved to pray, Pooing in a toilsome way.

For what reason, in God's grace, Did He make man squat in place, Wasting time, without a say, On a poo's extended stay?

What immortal hand on high Moved to make our poo so dry? Whither Bunghole and his fee? Whither constipationry?

Bunghole! Bunghole! Clenching tight, On the toilet, in the night. Curse you, bowels! I don't see What I've ever done to thee!