Sounds We Make in the MorningA Poem by DanielScanlonWe all make sounds in the morning That escapes us without any luck You’ll sneeze without any effort And fart to make you quack like a duck From the moment you wake in the morning Till that moment you fall fast asleep The odors and sounds that emit from your body Are enough to wake the dead from the deep. Just when you thought it was safe To ascend in the elevator ride You’re trying desperately to hold it all in But fail no matter how hard you tried
Everyone looking around you Everyone plugging their nose Praying you’ll soon reach your floor But everyone already knows
It was you who sharted quite loudly You had everyone holding their breath As you plug your nose and exclaim quite proudly “Hey look, I escaped my own death!
~Danny Scanlon~ November 10, 2019 © 2019 DanielScanlon |
StatsAuthorDanielScanlonLakewood , WAAboutAfter having been raised in the Pacific Northwest, ideally on an island, unlike any other, our family was sadly transferred to Texas in 1980, as part of the grand scheme of things. I lived in the Lon.. more..Writing
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