as cute as one can be.
Ileum and caecum right and left,
in the middle lay she.
she was slim and pink.
With a very narrow lumen,
and lymphoid cells within.
some said she stayed for free.
Free-loader some called her,
but others let her be.
handsome they say was he.
Riding through the gut on stools,
and love it had to be!
yet more love showered he.
Their love irked some around,
but the peritoneum couldn't let them be!
as no day shall ever be.
He covered his face with a mask,
and a gown in green wore he.
and at their junction the lovers found.
Crushed thrice and ligated,
only a stump will ever be found.
and says their love was deep.
Paralytic ileus has been agreed upon,
to honour the lovers in their sleep.