Bladder slurped angrily, because it could not discharge its obligation fully, due to the restricting behaviour of prostate, who was behaving uncooperatively. Bowels went red, but just gurgled menacingly.
Down the end of the table sat two, who were almost always ignored.
Unprepossessing, but vital cogs in the functioning of the body corporate. After summoning his courage, anal sphincter exploded loudly. “We are all part of a team guys.” A stunned silence settled, as anal sphincter’s outburst hung in the air. Urinary sphincter dribbled quietly, but could only say “Hear Hear”, as it always had trouble expressing itself adequately.
The lizard brain/endocrine/nervous system clique, clad in their customary white coats, maintained a haughty silence, as if they felt all this basic plumbing was beneath their consideration.
Skin made the final comment, “I think I have covered everything.”
The meeting was closed, by Consciousness, in its usual imperious, dictatorial fashion and all the participants grumpily went off to argue amongst themselves over their status, and efficiency ratings.
Ron Taylor
