...starting a community poem, feel free to add on...like the game of telephone, come on...you know you want to! All the cool kids are doing it...(Maybe I have been working with kids WAAAAY too long...)
You knew it was coming.
How could you not?
With a theme like that,
What else would be hot?
Passing wind, farting, whatever you call it
Will always be friendly
Hilarious and comical
No matter how many times you do it
Too many times, I'd be sitting in class
ReplyDeleteWhen, wouldn't you know it, a big ball of gas
Would come rumbling up from the depths of my tummy
All but the teacher would think it was funny
The number of names of this feat are so diverse
I can't even begin to describe them all in verse:
Air biscuit, breezer, beef, and one-cheek-sneek
Room-clearer, honker, trouser trumpet, and squeak
Ass rumbling, cheek flapping and letting it rip
Pant-ripper, poot, and -my favorite- air tulip
But the Farting Grand Prize, it goes to my mom
Who'd redden with shyness when she'd drop a bomb
Of wet stinky inky, and -no, I'm not goofing-
She'd giggle, and redden, and say, "Oops, I'm FLOOFING."
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ReplyDeleteOK, that, my dear friend. Is ingenious. It reminds me of Shel Silverstein's stuff. Good work.
ReplyDeleteI'll post the new-and-improved one later if that's cool. I adding onto yours, flow-of-consciousness style. Who knew I had an aptitude for writing fart poems!
ReplyDeletePost away! I can't wait. :) You have aptitude for anything, my friend.
ReplyDeleteso i was planning on posting this someday, but this is a little too appropriate. this is from 9th grade:
ReplyDeleteInvisible Killer
A faint smell at first
Then grows, until it hurts
Stench fills the air
At the flesh, it beings to tear
Your lungs being to burn
For the safety of water you yearn
It pierces the once-clean air
Contaminates everything, even your hair
And finally a lethal arrow to the heart
The life, of a putrid fart
That, is also amazing. Nicely done.
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