the bowel

Whilst upon the throne,
in a world of my own,
I contemplated the human bowel.

Several metres of plumbing,
from stomach to rectum running,
the subject of much fascination and study.
Each cell characterized,
each movement examined,
by the scientist in their laboratories.

The source of much humour,
when it decides to speak,
and voice an opinion or two.
Often unappreciated are its thoughts;
infact in pleasant society,
it is known to be downright rude.

And how to clean up,
all the leftover muck,
when it chooses to pass on its product.
To fold or to scrunch,
how will it be done ?
Each method defended by some.

Everyone must deal with their own twisting tube,
and each has their own special way
of relating to this enigma within.
But I must admit,
my interest is but this,
that it removes all the excess bits.