When Your Whatnots Lose Their Wherewithal

 

 

When your whatnots lose their wherewithal

They can leave you picayunish

Like a constipated bakery patron

Who goes on quest for danish prunish

 

Sphincter freedom is a noble goal

Its daily pattern is life’s stencil

But when problems sometimes get you blocked

And can’t be worked out with a pencil

 

To disperse the outbound traffic jam

Vaseline, latex, and trusted friend

Can serve to help you past the pain

And bring a happy outcome at your end

 

For life’s too short to ‘waste’

Upon what’s stuck in every trap

As the wise OLD crazy lady says

It’s just time to cut the crap!

 

So celebrate with cake and wine

Or smoke’em if ya got’em

Breathe a 'relieved' and grateful sigh

For recovering from ‘rock bottom’

 

 

s. 'unblocked’ paul     (Oct. 2020)