Whew
When I let one loose in the elevator,
what my man said shows he’s no odor hater:
“My sweet little darlin’, you sure own my heart.
Don’t blush, Hon. I know you did not mean to fart.
It ain’t awful bad ‘cause it came from sweet YOU.
Okay, some fresh air would be wonderful—WHEW!
I’ve also been known to cut cheese, my Sweet Pea,
and send folks a’runnin’—a wild sight to see!
How can we avoid causin’ all those shocked cries?
We could skip the beans and the large chili fries.
Now pucker up, Sugar Lips--what’s that you say?
You ate onion too. Heck! Let’s smooch, come what may!”
August 2, 2021
Contest Title: When I Let One Loose in the Elevator Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Charles Messina
September 27, 2021
Contest: May the Gas Be with You, Farts Part II Placed 5th
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2021
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