You know, I thought I could pull it off, but I was wrong. Apparently there are levels to which even I refuse to sink. Although I was fully intending to distract myself this evening from the task at hand, I couldn't bring myself to finish this poem:
Time's a-wastin.' Must get rollin.'
Doctors need to check my colon.
Tomorrow, so they know what's what,
They'll shove a camera up my butt.
So, tonight, to clear their view,
There are things that I must do.
These are all disgusting things,
Of which nary a poet sings,
But I, while being thus immersed,
Thought perhaps I'd be the first
To have my magnum opus be
An ode to colonoscopy.
Wimp that I am, I can proceed no farther. So, I am opening this challenge up to you, my loyal followers. Complete this poem, and you will have the world at your feet. Okay, that might not actually happen, but you will definitely have my gratitude and admiration, and who knows where that will take you? Get to work! I'm counting on you! And I'll check back tomorrow night, when (I sincerely hope) I will be in much better physical and mental condition than I am right now. XXXX