Constipation: The Penultimate Curse Poem by Douglas Scotney
Constipation: The Penultimate Curse
Too careful to curse,
for his nation's sake,
the hell of all diseases,
Toothache,
on Who invented it,
Robbie Burns, who was no sook,
cast the next worse on Him:
a heckle in Your doup,
an anglers' fly in Your ass;
feathers AND hook.
(God as last target
in the final verse
of Address To The Toothache,
though children schadenfreuding
'fore the fire,
Burns cursed first.)
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