CHANGING MY BAG.
Once I had the biggest bag
The biggest ever seen.
It would make my belly sag.
And my whole body lean.
As that bag began to fill.
It seemed to weigh a ton.
At times it made me feel so ill.
I’d want a different one.
This monstrous bag just had to go.
For I could stand no more.
I shopped around so I could know.
What else they had in store.
I felt that I was being wise.
To change this bag of mine
I thought I’d try a smaller size.
It seemed would suit me fine.
That great big bag was gone for good.
The size was now resolved.
It’s not until you try the goods.
That problems will unfold.
The smaller bag filled up so fast.
It burst and made a mess.
This circumstance was not forecast.
And put patience to the test.
I tried every bag that I could find.
I searched with all my might.
Then a thought flashed through my mind.
‘Twas then I saw the light.
When I was incontinent.
I wore an anal plug.
I felt this could be pertinent.
It made me feel quite smug.
I could plug my stoma.
And keep the mess at bay.
That would stop aroma.
And that would make my day.
I thought that all that crap my friend.
would surely irritate.
The answer at the anal end.
Had been to irrigate.
So now I flush myself right through.
And then apply a plug.
It works for me and might for you.
And we might all feel snug.
B. Withers 2011