John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 113 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

A Fart - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

Looking out at the beautiful night-sky filled with stars
I crossed my legs and gently farted.
I had a lot of beans with my evening meal
And I couldn't help it.
I suppose a lot of people would have thought it unacceptable,
But I simply farted.
I don't pretend to be a connossieur of art or beautiful things
But I do my best to respect what is
Considered pure and sacred.
I'm sorry that I farted, OK?

For God's sake, it was only a FART! ! !

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 19, 2010

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