The sheer curtains that opened up to the evening air
Helped diffuse the hanging flatulent tremors and ease
My normally clean conscience since I inadvertently allowed
The ambrosia escape from under the comforter.
© 2012 Michael Yost 3/19
JP At Olive Garden
JP At Olive Garden, An Italian Poetry Cafe for Poets To Share and Get Inspired
Michael's Lair 
I believe that poetry about flatulence is an underserved niche.
Until now.
Great answer to the challenge!
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As you get older you have the ability to manufacture more methane then ever. So this is what fills the “void” in an old man’s life.
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snicker
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Good. That’s the response I was hoping for.
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happy to oblige . . . I have an “Old Man” in hubbymoose – but I no longer fall for the sticking my head under the covers jokes. 🙂 Four of the 7 grands are boys . . . ages 20, 15, 13, and 8. You can imagine the fragrance that surrounds family gatherings. 🙂
so, snicker, indeed.
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Better you than me. lol
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Flatulence never fails to make me giggle hysterically but a breath of fresh air always helps. 😉
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Knowing what I know now, I would started buying beano stock when I first started working.
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Wonderful post.
Regards,
Ruby
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I’m glad you liked it.
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Hmmmm….this poem reminds me of my husband. Not exactly a sweet nectar smell 😉
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We do what we do best. smile
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Yikes! This would give my kids a fit of giggles. Well played!
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I think passing gas is societies biggest faux pas. All we have to do is train the men to excuse themselves and go outside to relief the bloated burden, because most ladies are trained early to sneak in the deadly silent ones and then point fingers at some unsuspecting man. Just saying…
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As it should!
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BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Thanks for the laugh!
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My job is done here. Enjoy the rest of the day and laugh a thousand times more.
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Many times I have to let out my ambrosia, before it knocks me out,lol. Great write.
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Smiles… thanks.
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How delightful! You description of what Hubs and I refer to as “purple creepers!” Very funny, well-written, well-designed, well-said – in so few words. Good job!
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Thanks. Sometimes you just have to let go of them and rip.
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You know what I love about clicking on booguloo? You never know what you’re going to get. But inevitably, you always leave with a smile on your face!
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Thanks…as the words lead.
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Love this – haha
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Thanks DC.
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