Image by Dimitris Christou from Pixabay
Oh, such severe gas
I will just let one sneak pass
Was not innocent!
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The Lesions of Devotion
Every day I set myself down on the freshly cut lawn and strip myself bare. I take my guitar and finger the frets and pick at the strings, listening for dissonance. My life is dissonance. I twist the tuning pegs until each string sounds bright. Then I kneel, calves pointing behind me, kneecaps facing forward. All exposed to the breeze. I close my eyes and play the melody.
By Paul Stewart3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (10)
When a toot becomes a trumpet. lol. this made me laugh.
Sharon Combs This made me laugh out loud 🤣💯👌
Oops!
Oopsie Daisie 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Lol tha was very funny 😄
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So clever! 😁
Good one!!!Too humorous!!!💕❤️❤️
I sense a theme... 💩
Lol haha! This is great! I love a good gassy Haiku!