Borborgymi
Borborgymus, Borborgymi,
Eructate so delightfully!
I ruminate, throat tickles late,
And choking, I gesticulate.
I just ate but I don’t gestate.
Who throws the voice? Seems I’m the dummy.
Ventriloquist and talking tummy.
Borborgymi, Borborgymus
A lovely word, why all the fuss?
H/T to Milt’s Mysterious Rumbling Noises
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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