[With sympathy to many, many
gentlemen of my acquaintance]
When a gentleman’s prostate
Gets into a cross state,
It plays merry hell with his plumbing,
And the language he uses,
The words that he chooses,
Are short, sharp, and quite unbecoming.
He finds quasi-easement
(Though not full appeasement)
In ducting that’s mostly exterior,
Till his plumbing-wise surgeon
Makes all things re-burgeon,
And mends up his own wee interior.
So, gentlemen all,
If perchance you should fall
A prey to disorders prostatic,
Please don’t sit around griping,
But re-plumb your piping,
Then you’ll smile, with a flush quite ecstatic.
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