My father has long been the family poet. He especially enjoys Ogden Nash and Shel Silverstein. He's often called upon to take pen to paper when someone retires or graduates or has some significant event in their life. He has many favorite poems that he likes to recite from memory.
Kirk's Honor's Senior English class is studying Shakespear's sonnets. It was an assignment to write one of their own, being graded on meter, the right number of lines, emphasis, etc. Clearly my son is not moved to thoughts of love and longing by Shakespear's body of work. He put whatever creative juices he inherited to work and this is what he turned in:
Whene’re I am sitting upon my loo
That beautiful white ceramic latrine
I will most likely be taking a poo
The experience is all but serene.
And if you happen to be passing by
At the time I’m emptying my colon
The odor you’ll smell will probs make you cry
And your eyes will become very swollen.
But once the job’s done the relief is great
The Charmin is so quilted and cushy
From the toilet seat my cheeks separate
And I pull my pants back up o’er my tushy.
I turn off the light and I light a match
And with a flush my feces I dispatch.
Yes he turned it in. I just...what does a mother say to that?! Maybe instead of cardiology he should look into proctology.
1 comment:
I have to laugh because Mike is on colo-rectal surgery right now and he is so tired of asking patients if they have had a bowel movement, what it was like if they did, and if they've passed gas. He is tired of anything having to do with the bottom area.
Kirk shows great creativity and I hope he continues. I agree he may want to look into proctology or maybe even colo rectal surgery?!!!
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