You can't write a poem about morning farts (Villanelle)

by abracadabra   Aug 12, 2013


Fear not the morning fart, my sweeting,
though its stench be foul, its noise is bright;
it calls to you in friendly greeting.

At dawn, I feel its efforts heating,
concocted through the depths of night;
fear not the morning fart, my sweeting.

Its time with you is all too fleeting,
smile gently and do not take fright -
it calls to you in friendly greeting.

Ripe and ready for our meeting,
it awaits the early light;
fear not the morning fart, my sweeting.

Ofttimes I cannot help repeating
its song so rousing yet polite;
it calls to you in friendly greeting.

Last night I did some overeating,
the sausage curry sat not right.
Fear not the morning fart, my sweeting,
it calls to you in friendly greeting.

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  • 5 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Haha, oh my, a masterpiece indeed. Haha.

  • 7 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    The more I read this, the more I believe it is a masterpiece

  • 8 years ago

    by nourayasmine

    This is hilarious and romantic, and it sure will win the contest. The last part just made my day.

  • 8 years ago

    by silvershoes

    If this doesn't win the weekly, I'm quitting.

  • 8 years ago

    by CathyButterflyJC

    Lol I loved this got me laughing so I nominated it good luck :)

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