I met a tramp with Constipation

As I hobbled down to Kings Cross Station,
I met a tramp with constipation,
He asked, ‘Kind Miss, spare a donation?’
So I can have my operation,
TO relieve me of my such frustration,
And revel atlast in celebration,
'Young sir sorry for discrimination,
I do admire your determination
But with your lack of occupation,
I cannot risk my reputation,
And no, I don’t want a demonstration,
But it could be solved through relaxation,
And despite the rather weird sensation,
It would remove the need for medication,
And thus relieve your down south nation
Of your painful constipation'.