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Michael Edwards

 

 

 

If every fart was deemed a note

it’s many virtues I’d promote.

I’d fart a stirring symphony

by Mahler Brahms or Tchaikovsky.

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2019 00:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: I posted this as a comment but thought it worthy og going in the main gallery.
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  • Goldfinch60

    More likely Stockhausen.

  • Suresh

    The only note I could muster was H2S, and that sent everybody scampering.

    • Michael Edwards

      I missed that - and thankfully it missed me.

    • orchidee

      Ahh - the wind section of the orchestra then. Plenty of trump-ets in it! lol.

      • Michael Edwards

        Depends what you ate yesterday - a sort of blast from the past.

        • orchidee

          Is Fahti Berles in the orchestra?

          • Michael Edwards

            Do you mean Fa La Te Berles - yes - she plays the Cym Berles- I'm sure you could see that coming

          • ANGELA & BRIAN

            Morning Uncle Mike : ANGELA here love yet another nostalgic Village Scene cant wait till November to visit my Friend\s in STOWE ! DER FLATUSMOUSE would seem an appropriate Melody !

            Blessings & a passing wind to YOU & YOURS
            Yours as always ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡

          • dusk arising

            If you really could be tunefully farty
            Could you compete with Eric Satie
            A real humdinger to make your nose twitch
            Like an emboldened blast from Shostakovich
            Or would you strain with face gone purple
            Symphonic emissions by good old Purcell
            But whenever you're windy just knock one off
            Like thunderous horns of Rachmaninof

          • orchidee

            I have gone out if you don't see me on here early on! Miss Berles and I are going to town. We need to buy more syllables!



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