A Cautionary Tale
Ben Travis woke one day to find
He had a boil on his behind,
Purple it was with specks of brown
And hurt like hell when he sat down.
And so he made a health appointment
To try and get himself some ointment,
The doctor, though, who had none in,
Instead picked up his javelin,
And aiming firmly, deeply, strongly,
-But oh so very very wrongly-
Speared poor Ben in such a way,
That ever since that fateful day,
When he sits down upon the loo
His number twos come two by two.