He endured the pomposity
for just so long and then
asked, “Have you had a bowel
movement today?” The pompous
person reeled back in shock,
sputtering, “What did you say!”
He said, “I just wanted to
level the playing field. I
could have recited for you
one of my mother’s favorite
scatological poems, which
starts out, ‘Here I sit broken
hearted; came to shit….’ but
I thought that would have been
a bit crude for your sensitive,
sophisticated ears; still, it’s
kind of a catchy rhyme. Be my
guest at finishing the poem for
yourself, if you’d like. I’m
sure you know it.”