We've all done this at some part
Of our lives. No? Must just be me


Snuggling up with the lights off,
Eiderdowns tucked around us both.
Then it happens something has to start,
First it's a little cough then a sleeping fart.

Why do I deserve this I don't dare move,
What did they eat last night a vindaloo.
Then it happens on your back an itch,
You dare not scratch you'll get a taste,
As though someone farted in your face.

You have to scratch, It feels like
Someone squirted your eyes with mace.
Holding breath was a mistake, For a start
You gulp down air but all you can taste is fart.

To the one laying next to you, You give a dig.
To that smelly old bum that they keep.
They turn then ask what have I done,
Before turning back into a stink filled sleep.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-01-30 at 00:18

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lol Too funny and real!