Ode to a Prostate
Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 11:10 pm
There lives in your body down near your bottom
An organ that for years is completely forgotten.
But as time passes and you get older
That organ decides to become bolder and bolder.
It gets bigger and grows
and disrupts important flows
so to stop the advance of this terrible beast
every day you ingest a chemical feast
The chemicals change but do not work
the beast continues to grow and lurk
the doctor tells you the time has come in your life
when you have no option but to go under the knife
You do not really consider when you sign the waiver
that there may be problems perhaps even failure
There is always the risk with all operations
afterwards they use that wonderful word complications
You realise that you have run out of luck
that you can no longer
there are other issues that impact you too
that you have time to consider as you sit on the loo......again!
So you have to make choices you think are for the best
and when you stand before God you hope you passed the test
You realise you are lucky, you are warm and well fed
With wonderful kids and roof above head
You count your blessings at this time of year
As you partake of the festive cheer
Surrounded by family, friends and other kind folk
you smile and laugh and tell a joke
It is in the middle of the night when you cannot sleep
Your thoughts are dark and often deep
You consider what might have been with sadness
And hope you are not being driven to madness
So my friends the organ that lives down near your bottom
Will we are sure never again be forgotten!
(This is poetry Captain, but not as we know it. Stardate 2011)
An organ that for years is completely forgotten.
But as time passes and you get older
That organ decides to become bolder and bolder.
It gets bigger and grows
and disrupts important flows
so to stop the advance of this terrible beast
every day you ingest a chemical feast
The chemicals change but do not work
the beast continues to grow and lurk
the doctor tells you the time has come in your life
when you have no option but to go under the knife
You do not really consider when you sign the waiver
that there may be problems perhaps even failure
There is always the risk with all operations
afterwards they use that wonderful word complications
You realise that you have run out of luck
that you can no longer
there are other issues that impact you too
that you have time to consider as you sit on the loo......again!
So you have to make choices you think are for the best
and when you stand before God you hope you passed the test
You realise you are lucky, you are warm and well fed
With wonderful kids and roof above head
You count your blessings at this time of year
As you partake of the festive cheer
Surrounded by family, friends and other kind folk
you smile and laugh and tell a joke
It is in the middle of the night when you cannot sleep
Your thoughts are dark and often deep
You consider what might have been with sadness
And hope you are not being driven to madness
So my friends the organ that lives down near your bottom
Will we are sure never again be forgotten!
(This is poetry Captain, but not as we know it. Stardate 2011)