Dazed and confused? Not me. I’m just Lost in the Cheese Aisle.

Thursday, September 16, 2010


Don’t be unkind to Grandpa
If he should let one rip.
Forgive him: he has phony teeth,
An artificial hip.

His eyes have plastic lenses,
The cataracts to cure;
His gait’s a little wobbly -
On stairs he’s not too sure.

But still, he hath intestines
That function very well,
So, please to cut the guy a break -
Old Farts may sometimes smell.


Anonymous said...

Is this an Ode to a house guest?

Elisson said...

No, it is not. I was inspired to write it when I farted in the shower the other day; the business about the artificial hip and unsteady gait was sheer embellishment.