Home they brought the warrior, fed
To repletion more than just;
And the servants, chuckling, said.
"He must shit or he will bust."
Then they gave him castor oil.
Pills and drugs of many a sort;
Yet despite their loving toil,
He would not be taken short.
Stole a maiden to the spot.
And emetics, laughing, dared;
Yet in vain she held the pot,
For he only belched and glared.
Came a nurse of ninety years.
An enema huge she bore;
Shoved it up amidst their jeers,
And he shat for evermore.