Cut the bag, size to fit
Making sure there is no shit
Coming out the edges, under the bag
All my hard work, my shoulders sag
Do I change my bag? Or just my seal?
whatever it takes to for my skin heal
Tomas just laughs and poo’s some more.
I try to catch it before it lands on the floor
Nothing to lose, I grab the bag
My son then walks in and starts to gag.
Get out I shout, whilst holding my belly
OMG mum, that really is smelly.
I slam the door shut and get back to my job
It takes all my strength to try not to sob.
The bag it on, my skin starts to sting
Just in time as the phone starts to ring.
Leave me alone, I am cleaning my stoma
For doing all this I deserve a diploma
My knowledge is vast regarding my poo
And everything else to do with the loo.
This is why I shout out about my condition
And having it done isn’t a terrible decision
Despite the poo and sometimes the pain
And the fact that I wouldn’t go through it again
I am left with a blob that I have to look after
But it helped me to live and overcome a disaster
I no longer have to rush to the loo
And there are many more things that I now can do.
So if you are worried about having this done
Just remember you will feel like your life has begun.
