Hope this brings a smile:

Us colostamates are a select group;
Whereas others talk of diamonds,
We discuss poop.

Looking for a restroom, paper in hand?
We never worry,
We can go as we stand.

To get to this state, the pain we endured,
The chemo, radiation, the surgery and more.

Awakening in pain in a hospital bed,
Your new friend, the stoma,
Looking at you so red.

"Up and about" is what the doctors say,
"I hurt too much, no way, no way."

But home is where yo go,
After several grueling days.
Staples in front,stitches behind,Wow does it hurt, in so many ways.

Now life sure is different,
Since I attached to a pouch.
The way I look, the way I dress,
The way I eat, the way I crouch.

Yet as time goes by
And before you know it,
You're living your new life
And learning to love it!

But one thing's the same,
Perhaps its an art;
Tho now it smells awful,
We sure as hell can still fart.......