The Sound of Love :: UnintendedPoetry

in poetry •  7 years ago 

Looking back into the annals (heh heh...annals...) of time, @damianjayclay grabbed another unintendedpoetry gem from the backscroll of The Writer's Block.

Ok, gem is a bit of a reach here. But seeing as how this dialogue-turned-poetry came from me, it's about the best you can expect.



The Sound of Love

If only farts could be regarded
as expressions of love.

'My gas bags are full
with my love for you'

braaaaap

Sometimes I give myself
three farts in the morning.
When my wife is not there.



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Oh Negativer ... you wife is a lucky woman:):):) Very funny:)

You're right, she is lucky.

Someday she will realize it :)

Maybe when the cloud clears:):):)

Lucky wife indeed, her escape was well timed!

I enjoyed the plot arcs.

Glad you noticed. I spent a lot of time on those arcs. :)

Oh my gosh lolololol
I had to give this a full upvote because of how hard I laughed!!!! You're a sick one! 😂😂😂😂

lols, thanks! Now you're going to hear someone pass gas and remember this poem. :)

Beautiful and impressive poem...
I enjoy every line of it... ❤

Thanks for sharing, dear @negativer .... 😍

wow so nice poetry. This line is very good
My gas bags are full
with my love for you'

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