The Bunghole

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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, there to stay
As we grunt and swear and pray
Pooing in a toilsome way

For what reason, in God's grace,
Did He make man squat in place?
Wasting time without his 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!