THE TALKING ANUS
We heard the voice
Of the talking anus
Beat like a light drum
Where saints were gathered.
But suddenly the stench hovered
And all hands drove close
To prevent the odour through the nose
Because the beats became filthy
All tones pitched a low key.
Everywhere boomed with bad odour
That shut every mouth like a door
At the noise of the anus that talked.
Even – the smell gave my pen
Inspiration to write this poem.
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