A.L. Anonymous Club Song
Anal leakage, Anal leakage.
Brothers for life, brothers with seepage.
Stomachs that grumble and rumble with pain
End up with under ware covered in stains
Poop washes away, but never the shame
You thought you were done, but still out it came
Captain Skidmark and his infamous splatters
Join the club where fecal matters
This poem was written as a joke for my husbands best friend. I told him that my husband could not give speech at his wedding as public speaking aggravated his anal leakage. His friend told me that he too suffered from that and so I decided that I would make club song for them.
