Bad Poetry...  Very bad.

In Praise of Intestines

If a body part favourite there ever should be,
the intestines are mine as clearly you see.

The small and the large,
The large and the small,
Everyone has 'em whether you're short or you're tall.

They're great for their longness and what is inside,
The mucus, the chyme, and your chewed up french fries.

The cute little villi - boy, are they great!
They suck out the nutrients from what you just ate.

Though once those nutrients have gone to the liver,
what happens at that point gives me a shiver.

The rest of your dinner continues along,
for the rest of its journey, to turn into dong.

Though describing this part is not what i'm best in,
I do know that it happens in the large intestine.

What once was a scrumptious, delicious delight,
begins to turn into a horrific sight.

The fragrance, the colours, the once super great taste,
will end up no more than big piece of waste.

But thanks to intestines, my good old best mate,
the food does get processed - a fortunate fate.

Intestines, intestines, what greatness art thee,
for living without you, I just wouldn't be me.