THE CONSEQUENCES OF VEGETABLES
My bowels are twisting
In vegetable hell
My insides are brewing
A terrible smell
I've been ravaged by roughage
I’m stuffed full of silage
Something awful is happening inside, I can tell.
I've a terrible worry:
Intestinal hurry
And I'm fearing the worst
I'll probably burst
There's an ominous gurgling
And internal churning
Perhaps I am turning
Though I hope I aren't
Into a plant
Processing plant.
I'm afraid it's plain
I'm producing methane
From inside my inside
And an odourous tide
Of hydrogen sulphide
By discret little pweeps
Surreptitiously seeps
Into the room
Spelling social doom
I know how it ends
I'll lose all my friends
Life is cruel
I'll be ostracized
Because my insides
Produce biofuel
© nigel hallworth 2021