He responds to her that he’s tired of
Barroom poetry & turns to take a drag
From his ciggie when she tells him hey
No smoking here as she exhales & says
She hates in her mouth the taste of tobacco
He informs her not to worry
Those are not the lips he’ll
Be kissing & she giggles says ok
Coyly adding she won’t fart in his face
Laughing he says her poetry could stop here
& That metaphysically speaking
It is not spiritually uplifting &
Informs her he didn’t know that
Farting in heaven was permissible
But that hers being airy & fluffy
They will float like on clouds
That shall transform into a magic carpet &
She says to him yeah & cumulus burns
Are softer on the knees to which
He replies you’re talking now babe
~~~
Alex Nodopaka Sep©2008
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem