Long Break wind Poems

How shall I begin,
we say we're not a couple,
but we had been living together 
since I don't know when.
Why I can tell you how the day will go 
by the way she breaks wind.
Now I'll...

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At work it was slack- not much to do,
The boss was out on the prowl. 
We have to look busy no matter what
His face was all of a scowl.

I had the misfortune to pick up...

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Variations on the Malay Pantun : The Old Man and the Short Story - X -XII - Continued

  for Georges VOISSET, the "Master Keeper-Nurturer" of the Malay Pantun

(The pantun line varies between 8 and...

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‘Old Spice’ and wet grass carry years 
of understanding between us.
What I wear and you gather into you,
become a language neither of us know,
but comprehend in mouse-tracks of deduction.
 
You read grease and engine oil,...

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Joseph Pujol, Flatulist
1/6/1857 - 8/8/1945

He started working as a baker
And ended up being the same
But for nearly thirty years he 
Enjoyed international fame.
Using his natural talent
For quite a long while
He entertained the elite 
In his...

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(1) The Catch

Her little face fell:
Gentle hands caught it
And restored it 
To its proper place
With a kiss upon
Each chubby cheek



(2) An Observation On Good Manners

It is not considered acceptable
To break wind 
In polite society

Therefore

I don't...

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There once lived a woman called Lady-de Leisure, who turned not to men, but food for 
pleasure.
She ate everything spicy and sticky and sweet, the poor lady could not even see her poor 
feet. From...

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Now the razamataz is over
Looks like Trump is next in line.
If he does what he is proclaiming
Everything will be just fine

If like his name*
He is full of hot air like a deflating balloon
Then “God Bless...

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I knew a young man from Crewe
Who's favorite meal was a stew
Though he became chagrined
As he'd often break wind
And sometimes would follow through.

His wife cried you are obscene
And the noise is causing a scene
For after...

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A Precept Limerick

Precept versus concepts in one’s writing,
Alone, concepts remain__  problems fighting!
  Thus these are the two levels,
  Concepts have not love’s bevel.
Precept is above the problems gliding.

Thus Love’s precept of one’s...

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His  smelled of semi-soft cheese 
with a low moldy blue undertone 
I had no tolerance for his smell 
for compared to gym socks,
ammonia, 
or barnyards,  
it was pure Eau de Toilet ! 

After...

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Old Spice’ and wet grass carry years
of understanding between us.

If I break wind, you run to me,
body rapt and heeding,
every hair translating
a smudged paragraph into
volumes of memory.

Rubbernecking my attention
with a fixed gaze,
you are staring at...

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