Rumbletum

RUMBLE TUMMY.
My tummy is a nuisance,
It rumbles all the while,
And my double `f' percussion,
Causes everyone to smile.
My xylophonic rumblings, raise eyebrows in dismay,
Such musical accompaniment is worse than I can say.

Sometimes I am embarrassed,
Sometimes I have to blush,
When my tummy plays crescendo
Though I've programmed it to hush.
The music keeps repeating no matter where I go,
With the bass and treble raising a grand fortissimo.

My tummy never whispers,
It never plays pp,
My duodenal orchestra
Is a curiosity.
My rotten, noisy tummy spoils everything I've planned,
With a racket that would rival an amplified rock band.

When in the supermarket,
When riding on the train,
My rumble-ing interior
Isn't easy to explain.
Theatre or cinema - comes a dramatic pause,
And my guts will choose that moment to register applause!

I need a strong soft pedal,
My rumblings to reduce,
I need a mute or silencer;
I can't stomach the abuse
I can't take the jeering; why'm I always picked upon?
It's my rowdy small intestines cause the noisy goings on!