All lusty heat and passion,
Until a fart broke the spell...
A tale that love poems
Never tell...
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Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Image by Mark Harm Niemeyer
Far Out (By Philip Larkin)
Beyond the bright cartoons
Are darker spaces where
Small cloudy nests of stars
Seem to float on the air.
These have no proper names:
Men out alone at night
Never look up at them
For guidance or delight.
For such evasive dust
Can make so little clear:
Much less is known than not,
More far than near.
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This made me laugh out loud -- and not the "lol" kind, but a loud, hearty, good for the gut laugh. Keep on writing, Mr. LaFong...
ReplyDeleteTHANKS --- I'm glad it has its intended effect... Farts are way too funny --- A symbol of the barbarian in all of us... And yes, I will keep on writing. Take care up in the mountains...
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