Number Two?

Question

The Saga of the Internal Passage.

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We* are sitting in the place that's ever so humble

We listen to the innards begin to grumble

Quickly, to the throne, do not stumble

Down goes the zipper, do not fumble.

Squeeze, relax, squeeze, relax, we've got the tempo

One more little squeeze, it's time to let go.

Out the chute, down the pipes, with just one flushing

We found it hard to write this without even blushing.

*Since most of the action occurs in the throne room, it was decided to employ the royal "we."

Coming Soon: Beethoven's First Movement.

Answer 1

Much of the poetry posted by the general public can be compared to fertilizer, so you have chosen fertile ground for your poem. Katz' corn beef sandwiches do that to me too.  At 4:00 A.M., anything seems funny.

Answer 2

The Number Two serves as a great stepping stone (not to be stepped in) for all of us. Though it may perturd some folks, this poo-em is great in my eyes. I also ran this by The Faculty residing over Constipation and Bowel Control. They reffered me to their special unit, the Special Hind Investigative Team also known as S.H.I.T. and by a vote of 17-2 your poem was deemed a true stinker (the highest of accolades you may receive).

Answer 3

We are quite amused!

Answer 4

thanx for the smile....and i bow to your bravery

Answer 5

I guess it's true that everyone poops.

Never thought about immortalizing it in poetry, however.

Answer 6

you wrote about taking a cr*p. sounds like you didn't need any inspiration

Answer 7

Hahaha this is a hilarious ode to the "movements" of the loo! Though it was pretty gross at times, I liked the the structure and imagery you used to create the overall picture of this poem.

Answer 8

S***, that's good !!

Answer 9

You're honour roll Jeff....number 2 aka Poetic De-tox 101.

Thank goodness you weren't Frank or even he would have gone "ewwww"!

It sounds like it comes from the heart of your b....er I mean the bottom of your heart....so thanks for expressing the inner turmoil of man in such a purgent (pure/urgent) way.

As was once sung

"One is the loneliest number

that you'll ever do

two can be as bad one

--it's the loneliest number

since the number one"

I think there's something in that for all of us, don't you?