An Ode To Imodium

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Oh Imodium, the peace thou bring
Gatekeeper of my fickle ring.
Bacteria; why the powers employ?
Only exist to steal my joy.
Alas, you’re there to fix this farce
Sweet saviour of my runny arse.
Parasites no more because of you
Hours away from a proper solid poo.
Blessed be me that you’re my chum
To seal the fate of my globe-trotting bum.
With you by my side; no evil I shall fear
Beloved Guardian Angel of my capricious rear.



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