A rumbling stomach is the overture
To my irritable bowel symphony.
Followed by the wind section blowing
A most unmelodious harmony.
Then the percussion in my stomach
Crashes and beats in empathy.
While I conduct it all grimacing
From the toilet cubicles safety.
Poems from Walsall Poet Richard Archer 
Only you could make this sound not so gross, almost beautiful. Cheers
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Cheers glad you enjoyed it
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This is hilarious! It makes it funnier if you know EXACTLY what that poem means!
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Glad you enjoyed it it was written from a sufferer’s perspective 🙂
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