Monday, April 8, 2013

NaPoWriMo Day Eight and The Mag 163

Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas
via The Mag


Methane Melodies

After the meal, she yearns for the shower
and feels a tightness in her tum.
Slowly she disrobes and as the steam surrounds her
she reminisces about the two helpings of cauliflower cheese with some
prune danish for dessert. She smiles because she is a farter,
enjoying the notes that pop from her bum.
Bubbles gurgle down her stomach then exit as a delightful poot.
Oh! If only she had eaten more fruit!

heidi
written 4/8/13 for  and for 

(Warning: I cuss in this part of the post...not a lot...but stop now if a swear word bothers you). Okay, so if we have learned nothing else from this blog we have learned that

1. I totally do not get meter (I think it is related to the not being musical thing)

2. I really like gross things (they amuse the shit out of me.)

I take a beautiful picture from The Mag prompt and I see and hear farts. I get a cool prompt from NaPoWriMo to write a Ottava Rima (which I have never written before) and I give you farts with no iambic pentameter.

hhhhmmmmmmm.

28 comments:

  1. Simply beautiful.....

    I am truly amazed how that painting has taken us venturing into new paths...

    paint me in many hues, not just black

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    1. Hi Gautami! Thanks for the visit. It is amazing how many different and diverse stories have come from this prompt.

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  2. Hahaha - funny and earthy and oh so honest!

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    1. Hi Mary! I am glad that you liked it. It made me laugh.

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  3. Giggle, giggle, poot, toot!!!

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    1. Hi Helen! Glad you liked it. If I had noticed that she was pregnant, then this most likely would have been a different poem. Probably it would have been about peeing. :)

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    2. Love your sense of humor!!! Thanks for the comment on my Mag.

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    3. Your welcome, I liked your post.

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  4. Hi Heidi!
    Oh, the things we all do in the privacy of the bath. I do love cauliflower with a creamy cheese sauce. Thanks for visiting me!

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    1. Hi Yvonne! Thanks for the visit and the follow! Cauliflower and cheese are wonderful together. Loved your poem!

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  5. Cleverly funny and down to earth! Good for you!

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    1. Hi Kathe! I'm happy that you liked it. Thanks for the visit.

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  6. haha that is awesome...smiles...toot...
    i dont get meter as well..i just let the words find their own rhythm...

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    1. Hi Brian! I feel better that I'm not the only one who is confounded by meter.

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  7. Witty, sharp and entertaining...

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    1. Thank you Berowne! You've stumped me this week.

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  8. Hands Up those who have never, ever farted in the shower, - see, no hands. !

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    1. Thank you! I'm so glad you stopped by.

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    1. Thanks for the wonderful prompt.

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  11. you just have to go where the words/prompts take you!

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    1. I think that I have lost some of my blogging self-consciousness, and I am certainly having more fun.

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    1. Hi Katherine! Welcome to the lasagna. I never outgrew my appreciation of farts...and now...I hope that I never do. Thanks for stopping by.

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