Ode to the Diarrhea Thomas M. Deas, Morotai, l945 You demons in my belly that upset my digestive tract And cramp me into painful knots as I go to the latrine and back! You run me till I'm weak from the exertions I have to do And make me change my mind when I think I'm through- You unsettle my being with bubbles and gurgling sounds- Causing writhing in my entrails till they are leaping out of bounds! My feet are weary, my back is tired- My hips are sore and my bottom seems fired! I feel full to the brim and empty as a bag- But, oh, what a catastrophe, if in my travels I should lag! Why do you ram pitchforks into the recesses of my belly inside And coil up my poor intestines-to feel as if they are tied? Grant me relief from torture of your sadistic fun And slow down tour fiendish pleasure of having me on the run! Think you that I enjoy these uncertainties of my digestive organs? I'd pause forever to think, ere I wished it on any man! This volcano in my body erupts so violent and much- It's truly a satanic device to have me in its clutch. Stop your growling and fierce vehement voice That throws me to the devil and in fiery hells do toss! Rumblings, please desist and let my agonies cease- All my body asks for IS JUST A LITTLE PEACE!!! TMD -------------------------------------------------------------------- Poem by Thomas M. Deas, M.D. Transcribed by Paul M. Webber on 31 January 2002 Home Page: http://home.pcisys.net/~pwebber/31_id/rtw.htm