Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Christmas Shopping


Little boy, each fart a triumph,

embarrassed
mother,

squeezing his hand.

(first publication)


Recently Linked: My thanks to Sandy for sharing and linking to my poem, “The Clerk and the Windmill,” in this StumbleUpon review page. Thanks also to MBT (Masai Barefoot Technology) for signing on as a follower.

Updates:
“Christmas Shopping” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

In the Forum: smoking cigarettes and watching “Captain Kangaroo.”

10 comments:

Joseph Hutchison said...

William! I like the gentle comic spirit of Issa in this one. Issa liked writing about farts, too.

A horse farts—
four or five suffer
on the ferryboat

William Michaelian said...

Ah, yes. Then you will be glad to know that I thought of both of you when this poem was born.

pa rum pum pum pum

Joseph Hutchison said...

Me and Issa ... or me and the horse?

William Michaelian said...

Ha! Good question. We four kings of orient are...

Rachel said...

William, keine Verlegenheit aufkommen lassen, ich als Omi bin über jeden Pups meines Baby-Enkels sehr zufrieden, weiß ich doch, dass dieses erste Bauchkneifen
schrecklich ist für solche kleinen Menschenkinder und das jeder Furz hilfreich ist...lächel...

Lieber William,

ich wünsche dir von Herzen eine gesegnete, besinnliche Weihnachtszeit, mögen die machbaren Wünsche für dich in Erfüllung gehen...

herzlichst, Rachel

William Michaelian said...

My very best wishes to you, too, Rachel, and may we both continue to marvel at these tiny miracles.

Momo Luna said...

Haha, this is funny (and recognizable), i love it. :-)

William Michaelian said...

Thanks! A little haiku realism for the holidays...

Elisabeth said...

I can imagine it too, William, if not quite catch the smell. I can see too the mother's redness of cheek.

When my children were little I tried to sanitise the process by talking about 'breaking wind'. What a euphemism.

A spade is a spade. These days I prefer it this way.

Thanks

William Michaelian said...

I had an aunt, rest her soul, who would do anything to pretend these moments away. She missed out on a lot of innocent fun, I think.