Silent but Deadly
Silent but Deadly (Written 2014)
In the heart of the nursing home where old folks stay,
Lived Erasmus, a man twinkling in twilight's array.
With a glimmer that danced in his mischievous eyes,
He concocted a plan to bring great surprise.
Not a prankster by trade, but a jester at heart,
He perfected an art that set him apart.
With a silent approach, undetected, unseen,
He'd let loose a cloud, where he once had been.
The residents gathered, unknowing, at ease,
Till the air filled with a curious breeze.
A stench so strong, it could wilt a rose,
They clutched at their noses and squinted their toes.
"Who could it be?" they wondered, looking around,
Silent but Deadly Erasmus made not a sound.
Except for a giggle, suppressed and discreet,
Erasmus, now hiding, pretending to be sweet.
The ladies, most prim, with their hankies out,
Fluttered and fussed an occasional shout,
"It's Erasmus again!" with a laugh and a tease,
Pointing at him, the one cutting the cheese.
Though the air was quite foul, the laughter was sweet,
As they chased down the halls on their slippered feet.
For in every life, a little fun must be had,
Even if it's a bit smelly, a bit bold, a tad mad.
So remember dear Erasmus, with his silent decree,
Who taught us to laugh, letting spirits run free.
For in the end, it's the joy that we spread,
That lights up our days, 'til we're finally in bed.
And so, in this home where the old folks stay,
The legend of Erasmus lingers to this day.
A reminder to all, that life's for the living,
With each silent gift that keeps on giving.
Copyright ©
Don Iannone
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