The Saga of the Internal Passage.
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We* are sitting in the place that's ever so humble
We listen to the innards begin to grumble
Quickly, to the throne, do not stumble
Down goes the zipper, do not fumble.

Squeeze, relax, squeeze, relax, we've got the tempo
One more little squeeze, it's time to let go.
Out the chute, down the pipes, with just one flushing
We found it hard to write this without even blushing.

*Since most of the action occurs in the throne room, it was decided to employ the royal "we."

Coming Soon: Beethoven's First Movement.
In regard to inspiration: Yesterday I wrote about pastrami et alia. This seemed to follow naturally.
I appreciate all the praise. As you might well imagine, this was a hard piece to write. But I couldn't let it pass.