It whispered softly, a cheeky breeze,
a creeping culprit, it aimed to tease.
With quiet stealth, it made its start,
the unexpected, impish shart.
A harmless toot was all it seemed,
a minor gust, so neatly dreamed.
But sharts are pranksters, sly as thieves,
a naughty mark on pantaloons leaves.
Gas with mischief, a crafty grin,
it fills the air with laughter's spin.
A giggling chaos, oh what a plight,
the shart comes dancing into the light.
So heed it well, this tale so true,
for sharts will pounce when least you knew.
A curious blur, a sly surprise,
a jesting twinkle in its disguise.
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Creative and fun it sounds like a snark or maybe a boojum. Well written Gray
Thanks brother felt like writing something funny after my girlfriend farted bending over the laundry basket. And NO I'm not showing this poem to her! 😂
Humor in poetry releases the gases of the day. You are most welcome
Well written, your poem revolves around the comedic aspects of bodily functions, specifically sharting, which combines farting with an accidental release of more. It presents this experience whimsically, making it relatable and entertaining.
Thanks for sharing your feedback I appreciate it
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