I was visiting my grandmother in a senior's home many years ago. While there, and as I sat with her talking, there was this other woman nearby watching TV and loudly farting up a storm causing those around her to move. Later, at home while remembering the situation, I decided to write the following poem, choosing a voice and situation that I felt suited it. Other than the old woman farting, the rest is fiction, a story I decided to tell. One relative to the environment I was in and all the lonely people I saw.
Poem For An Old Hag
the grumpy old hag farted her way
out of the hearts of those around her
but she was comfortable all right
yes she was too comfortable
to give a good god damn for those
who got upset
at normal bodily functions
especially for a woman as old as she was
sitting on the sofa in the tv room
watching her favourite shows
and dozing off now and then
sometimes she would wake with a start
not knowing where she was
nor who she was
big wet tears running down her face
staring at the tv
watching Vanna turn letters
while some new contestant
tried for the big spin
until she wipes her eyes wondering
if she’d been crying or laughing
and correctly solved the puzzle
hell, 83 isn’t so old
and all those years were good years
eight children
fourteen grandchildren
a husband who had passed
a year ago
and it was almost Sunday
and they would be up to see her
no grumpy old hag could fart her way
out of the hearts
of those who loved her
no siree bob!
Poem For An Old Hag
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Poem For An Old Hag
"Clarence said a striking thing about rowing that I've always valued ... that he liked rowing because you were approaching life backward. You could clearly see the past, and you glanced quickly at the future over your shoulder.' Jim Harrison.
Re: Poem For An Old Hag
fart poems ending with no siree Bob, whatever next. is there no start to the creativity in this place?