It is at these times, While on the loo, That I do wonder, What I should do.
What lonley path, Must I tread today? Where will I rest, Where will my head lay?
And the longer I think - Do I mutter and mither, Perhaps I'd be not so strained, If I just had more fibre.
Yet; Is one truly good? Is one truly wise? I sit, and I think, With my pants past my thighs.
But as it always is, No answer does come, So I sigh, I stretch, And then, wipe my bum.