That which was once nice and shiny…
Is now stained, soiled and grimy.

Yesterday I had the runs rather bad.
I was down in the dumps and sad.

And this situation was only getting worse.
Today I’ve a blockage in my rear purse.

I’m sitting on the bowl thinking of my fate.
What more could go wrong to my date?

So I began counting the remaining squares.
There’s only two left. Life can be so unfair.

Even though my situation looked the pits.
I solved this issue with a pair of oven mitts.

So when your outlook is grim and dismal.
Just be glad you ain’t the brown gristle.