Old man breaking wind,
Speaking volumes from his end.
His trousers rend
As he vents forth his special blend,
The tables to upend.
A tanka challenge: https://colleenchesebro.com/2018/05/22/colleens-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-81-hurry-last-synonymsonly/
I gorged on seafood feast beyond the norm,
And overstressed my buttons past the norm.
My stomach’s taken on a brand new form.
And down below? There brews a perfect storm!
First you’re born in great de-queefing.
Doctor’s slap begins your breathing.
Then you learn to talk while teething.
Soon you date–and use some sheathings?
Celebrate with gifts and wreathings.
Suffer passings with bereaving.
Then when done, you’ll too be leaving.
WordPress daily writing prompt (believe).
The Chimichanga plate called out to me.
Not so bizarre.
And servings bottomless of sweet iced tea,
In canning jar.
My stomach feels like suitcase stuffed too full.
Then at the bar,
I ordered some concoction with Red Bull,
And tried by wit and charm a lass to pull.
But food and drink prevailed over class–
I sang a tune to her from out my ass.
Challenge read about here:
(Found via reblog from here: https://themilitantnegro.com/2017/09/29/10-line-poem-challenge-3-sacred-signia/)