Jan Allison Poet Limerick

Severe Wind Warning

At seven o’clock this morning
I farted without any warning
Blasted out of bed
Ouch! I bumped my head
Tum’s upset before day is dawning

 

Excess gas sure makes me feel ill
I swallow a black charcoal pill
From the break of dawn
I toot like a horn
I’m lucky hubby loves me still

I had a blast writing this fictional poem!

26/1/20

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Paul Schneiter February 9, 2020 at 10:57 PM Here is clear evidence of a master's art making a moving poem from a fart. Oh, Jan, you are a full-blown treasure without a single peer by any measure. * * *. Love it. Hugs, Paul

Jack Horne February 5, 2020 at 2:26 PM LOL, I guess he feels like Rett Butler in Gone with the Wind

Darlene De Beaulieu February 2, 2020 at 5:05 PM Hello Jan, This poem made me laugh. Have a nice evening my friend. Hugs.

Kim Rodrigues January 29, 2020 at 8:28 PM Great humor! Crazy how you toot your own horn ;)

Lindsay Laurie January 27, 2020 at 6:28 PM Hello Jan … it appears to get very windy on your little Isle and very often. Hope they don't put a tax on it -Thank you Jan - Lindsay

Rico Leffanta January 27, 2020 at 2:17 PM We are happy you blew your husband's cancer away! Keep keeping your bed free with regular fumigation! Aloha! Rico

Caren Krutsinger January 27, 2020 at 11:31 AM This is HILARIOUS with a capital H!

Gershon Wolf January 26, 2020 at 8:16 PM You cracked me up with 'I toot like a horn.' Thanks for the laughs, Jan! :) gw

Andrea Dietrich January 26, 2020 at 4:59 PM yeah, fictional, right, jan. hahaha. Love ya. This was cute.

Arturo Michael January 26, 2020 at 4:37 PM Lucky for sure...the black charcoal warrior was defeated by farts...a gassy one

Sandra Adams January 26, 2020 at 4:33 PM ...and i had a blast reading it....but not a blast of gas, just a burst of laughter in the air... enjoyed Jan... hugs

Tom Cunningham January 26, 2020 at 4:17 PM His sense of smell is not working, moral of the story always wear a crash helmet in bed. Lol. Tom