Day 17: Our prompt for the day (optional as always) follows Gowrishankar’s suggestion that we write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time. It could be the story of the time your Uncle Louis caught a home run ball, the time your Cousin May accidentally brought home a coyote and gave it a bath, thinking it was a stray dog, or something darker (or even sillier).
It Was Me!
Kids are innocent,
It is indeed a true statement,
Aunts kids, the angels were seven,
My brother and me twins were taken,
For summer holidays in 1994,
For a week we stayed with our cousins,
A night, we all sat with their neighbour,
Divided in two groups,
Playing a musical game in the corridor,
Waiting for the opposite team’s response on their turn,
Suddenly we all heard a sound,
It was me who farted, close your nose,
Announced one of my cousin,
We all rolled over laughing,
But she wasn’t embarrassed,
A child of age seven,
Innocent little angle from heaven!
-© by Preethi.B
I never ever thought I would end up writting a poem on FART. LOL 😀 😀 😀