Passing

passing, humor, poetry, steven humphreys

He had a nose long like

the beak of a stork

and took a break

on his path…

‘the sound of passing gas

is never not funny,’

he mused.

But, this gentleman was the one

headed up the hill

to take a long walk

in the beautiful

forest in the midst

of high trees.

He soon noticed the branches were

filled with leprechauns

perched there like birds

who fed him chocolate

drops.

For him, it was intense

magic:

that was,

until the

little green men

also

fed him a bowl of

their freshly cooked

Chile and beans…

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Author: Steven Humphreys

I have long been married and currently write posts every day about health and wellness and poetry. I have authored several books currently for sale at the popular outlets. I hope you like my blog finding my articles informative as well as entertaining. Feel free to let me know what you think. You can read more 'about me' on this site. Thanks for stopping by!

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