The BOSS of the BODY!!!

By David Cramar (read on at your own risk)

All the different body parts held a major meeting to decide which part would become “The Boss of the Body.” 

The brain boldly boasts, “I do the thinking, control body functions, and make all decisions—I should be “The Boss of the Body.’” 

The heart healthfully hollers, “I pump all the blood which is vital to life and without me, none of you could live—I should be “The Boss of the Body.’” 

The lungs laugh loudly, “Without us, you two, and all the rest of you body parts would be nothing but dead dirt—we should be “The Boss of the Body.’”  The motivated mouth maintains, “I take in the food which fuels all of you—I should be “The Boss of the Body.’” 

The savory stomach suggests, “I do the digestion which actually provides the energy all of you need to survive—I should be “The Boss of the Body.’” 

The loving liver lords, “I filter out toxins to keep you all clean and running smoothly—I should be “The Boss of the Body.’”  The excited eyes express, “We provide the great gift of sight to see a beautiful world—we should be “The Boss of the Body.” 

The lively legs language, “We provide the means to go everywhere you all want to go—we should be “The Boss of the Body.’” 

The sly sex sections of reproduction pronounce, “Dear brothers and sisters, without us, all of you would be pretty lonely—“We should be “The Boss of the Body.’” 

The shy skin supposes, “I hold you boys and girls together, without me, all of you would be but just a bunch of meaningless parts scattered on the ground. Come on, I make possible the whole which is much greater than the sum of you parts—I should be “The Boss of the Body.’” 

The meeting went on and on and on; all the vital and non-vital, internal and external, major and minor parts of the body had their say.  Even the nose, fingers, and toes had their reasons why—they should be “The Boss of the Body.’”  Suddenly—the rectum renders the verdict, “Enough of this, I AM the Boss of the Body!!!’”  At this—all the body parts laughed loudly and made much fun of the rectum; they jeered “you rectum, you think are the boss of the body; you aren’t nothing but a big hole-in-the-butt and besides that, you stink.”  The rectum got so mad at their teasing; it clamped shut and refused to function! 

It was only a couple of days when the brain befuddled, the heart hardened, the lungs lazed, the eyes blurred, the legs limped, and the stomach soured.  Finally, all the body parts conceded and cried out to the rectum,  “OK, OK, OK—you’re “The Boss”—you’re The Boss”—Rectum—you are “The Boss of the Body”!!!  Which only goes to show—you don’t have to be a brain to be a boss—just a butt-hole??? 

Simply because, “Laughter is the best medicine.”  “Laughter is jogging for the innards”.