The Buffeting Of The Buffet Poem by Edward A. Morris

The Buffeting Of The Buffet



The feast was colossal; I'm not really grumbling.
I'm just feeling docile, except for the rumbling.
To put it it discreetly (I could be succincter) :
I fear it's completely defeating my sphincter.

Sunday, December 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: food,funny
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