IBS is a horrible thing
Nothing at all to make you grin
You might feel ok happy and calm
But then it will strike and cause you alarm
A pain in the gut that don’t go away
It can hurt so bad it will stop your day
Toilet oh toilet where can one be
Sweat on the forehead waiting to see
You rush through the door hoping it’s clean
Locking behind you so your not seen
Oh IBS please don’t you start
When you sat down it was only a fart