Bette Bavington Poet Roundel

Crop Dusting

I never knew this is what it was called until it
Happened to me
In public.
At first it was traumatic
As it came out bellowing like a banshee
And the aromatic bouquet wasn't flowering it 
Was a catastrophe.
Rotten egg smell is atomic!
I never knew this is what it was called until it
Happened to me
In public
There was every one staring at me as if I had
Committed murder in the first degree
Over something that is erratic
And the body does automatic
I sat down on the closet bench I laughed
Until the tears rolled down my face as I was
Catching my breath my grandson wondered 
If I was alright. I said I don't think my heart has
Felt this free. It is time to finish my shopping 
Before they decide to charge me with dispersing
Atomic energy.
I never knew this is what it was called until it 
Happened to me 
In public.

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Ann Foster November 4, 2019 at 10:02 AM :) hehehe... I liked this. Ann Bette Bavington November 4, 2019 at 10:28 AM Thank you. Growing old is something. It is a good thing that I can still laugh about it.