Ah, Food!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
A slightly crass poem about food, its course and the final result.

Submitted: November 05, 2019

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Ah, food. What wonderful stuff.

It flows down your throat, then hits the gut.

Twisting and turning, sloshing and spinning

Rolling around your insides like a washing machine

 

Its presence is satiety when in the right amount

Too much is a problem that just might come out

Back through the esophagus, it billows and blows.

A little might spout out through your nostril holes

 

Don't worry, my friend, for this isn't the norm.

It mostly goes through digestion; leftovers in new form.

A side effect of a humorous sort

Stored as a great gas that eventually comes forth.

Smelly, deadly hazardous crap

That blasts through the anus between your butt crack.


© Copyright 2020 A.K.Taylor. All rights reserved.

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