COLONOSCOPY Date: Monday, 7th July 2014 @ 01:35:08 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: colinb COLONOSCOPY Things are grim, Needle invades skin, Lights go dim, Hole is thin, Through the rim, Camera goes in, Feels like sin, Colon is king, Hear me sing, Because I win. Colin Bradley. This poem is Copyright © colinb Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=178733