Ace colonoscopy doctor Larry Borowsky

Ask any devotee of
above named gastroenterologist
that this officious military
licensed cheeky knuckler,
n’er kissed gluteus maximus –
he soldiered thru med school
despite getting pissed
off &/or pooped out from
rigorous regimen now
he knows irritable    
bowels of the human
excretory system,
which iz alimentary
and   familiar to him -
as flickr ring sleight
of handy linkedin quicken wrist
zooms into grab bag of medicinal tricks -
mimics waving magic wand bitta bang
prestidigitation abracadabra
of anal scope brings – a dang
gustatory scenic aerated
holy smoker of a rectum,
a waste land fang
less, but the seat  
where dingle berries
sometimes hang
whence undergoing
this behind the scenes procedure
where smelly silently spring
sonnets from sphincter sprang
most times flatulence
relieved in a private place
post op - when probe
boss hissess ment
within sterile space
scrutinizes whether
patient will live long
or depart from the human race
which rear ring to go
specialist an unheralded doctor
relieving unseen anguish
(at least from me) without a trace
which gratitude spurred
this crappy attempt
to compose this verse
to express appreciation
sans clean bill of health
and dis purse
anticipatory anxiety
this pooper trooper
endured with “nurse”
Abby – actually thy
spouse, who nudged me
to undergo this examination 
lest she bare witness
to become a widow
following mine hearse
hypothetical demise
came to pass,
if deceased would still hear
her loud curse
sing  - lobbing analogous
to unstoppable enema
brought out from downed colyte
expletives interspersed
with my name –
matt matt matt
&/or visa versa –
exhibiting her
vis a vis master card
hearted shark mad
as a Fin hush made hat
er never forgiving
nor forgetting
how we happen to be flat
broke nearly the entire coup d’état
of our marriage –
juiced reaching cheeky
tush pinching cat
a tonic gin jure lee
tacit dynamic rapport –
where this arched ding bat
saved from premature death
analogous acing examination
with flying colors –
and extra brownie points
mainly of darkish hue
at least until deux darling daughters
married with children of their own
which ticket to longevity
courtesy of doctor Larry m Borowsky
who did hone trained hands
n eyes (thogh, he iz hearing impaired)
to scout out suspicious cellular demons,
whereat aim of innocuous
appearing microbial pirates
to destroy life e pluribus enum alone!