poem from a patient

Thanks to Jacinta Doyle for her humourous and thoughtful poem:

Enlightenment

Millie stayed in school, just so she could study the stool

She talked about door #2 and then told us to go and have a good pooh

She said take a look at your pouch,

For God’s sake get off the couch

She told us, as you leave your gate, for Heaven’s Sake stand up straight

She said to get out of your rut get off your butt

She said quit being an owl, and start eating some organic fowl

She told us to pick up the pace; she she did it with such grace

She said you better drink your water

If you want to be a thin bride, at the alter

We learned we could have a piece pf pie, but not all,

or she’d give us the evil eye

We learned we could go to the bar and have a malt,

even talk about kosher salt

We learned about beans, so we could all be lean

We learned about the fart, which made us all smart

We learned about fiddleheads, so we were no longer bubbleheads

She got right down and talked about the itchy ass,

But you know Millie, she did with class

But, when she took to the floor [and demonstrated "plank" position]

We knew then miss Millie could do no more.