We've all done this at some part
Of our lives. No? Must just be me
Again
Eiderdowns tucked around us both.
Then it happens something has to start,
First it's a little cough then a sleeping fart.
Why do I deserve this I don't dare move,
What did they eat last night a vindaloo.
Then it happens on your back an itch,
You dare not scratch you'll get a taste,
As though someone farted in your face.
You have to scratch, It feels like
Someone squirted your eyes with mace.
Holding breath was a mistake, For a start
You gulp down air but all you can taste is fart.
To the one laying next to you, You give a dig.
To that smelly old bum that they keep.
They turn then ask what have I done,
Before turning back into a stink filled sleep.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-01-30 at 00:18
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Of our lives. No? Must just be me
Again
BUMMER
Snuggling up with the lights off,Eiderdowns tucked around us both.
Then it happens something has to start,
First it's a little cough then a sleeping fart.
Why do I deserve this I don't dare move,
What did they eat last night a vindaloo.
Then it happens on your back an itch,
You dare not scratch you'll get a taste,
As though someone farted in your face.
You have to scratch, It feels like
Someone squirted your eyes with mace.
Holding breath was a mistake, For a start
You gulp down air but all you can taste is fart.
To the one laying next to you, You give a dig.
To that smelly old bum that they keep.
They turn then ask what have I done,
Before turning back into a stink filled sleep.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 183 times
Written on 2022-01-30 at 00:18
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