Post by KG on Jun 17, 2018 17:27:21 GMT
A LITTLE FART
Lying in my bed last night I think I may have farted,
For suddenly, me and sleep were very rudely parted,
Upon my life it was my wife, who thumped me in the back,
Mentioning quite loudly that I’d fluffed there in the sack.
You could not really blame her, so I took the flack and brunt,
Since we were kind of `spooning` and I was at the front,
“It was not very funny” she snarled with angry sigh,
While I’m nodding in agreement knowing that’s a lie.
Biting on my knuckles, my eyes were squeezed up tight,
Duvet hiding tremors and convulsions in the night,
For I’m trying not to giggle - suppressing such a laugh,
In case a death pursues me - and a fart my epitaph.
Spain. Sept. 08
Lying in my bed last night I think I may have farted,
For suddenly, me and sleep were very rudely parted,
Upon my life it was my wife, who thumped me in the back,
Mentioning quite loudly that I’d fluffed there in the sack.
You could not really blame her, so I took the flack and brunt,
Since we were kind of `spooning` and I was at the front,
“It was not very funny” she snarled with angry sigh,
While I’m nodding in agreement knowing that’s a lie.
Biting on my knuckles, my eyes were squeezed up tight,
Duvet hiding tremors and convulsions in the night,
For I’m trying not to giggle - suppressing such a laugh,
In case a death pursues me - and a fart my epitaph.
Spain. Sept. 08