EVER THE PERINEUM, NEVER THE HOLE.

Doctor proctology retired last week,
All alone;
It’s a good job
For he could barely speak,
Having had his fill
Of ructions and piles,
And lately
He’d found himself sitting whilst
Pissing, and laughing at no one at all,
As the seat was still up.
Creatures had crawled daily
From every orifice and seeped
Into his office,
His sanctum;
With sphincters and rectums of
Every persuasion,
Every perversion,
With little salvation,
And no lubrication,
With every sound known to emit,
And as clinically as he could
He cleaned up their shit.
Having seen it all, and said
Only half, he was less than the age
His retirement required,
But he couldn’t go on anymore,
Having had his fare share
Of arseholes,
And him not being too far up
His own.