passing, humor, poetry, steven humphreys

Passing

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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Steven James Humphreys

My books are for sale at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. I live with my wife and our cats and dog. I hope you enjoy my blog and find it informative, meaningful and entertaining. Let me know what you think. You can read more on my 'about me' page. Thanks for stopping by! Take a visit to my other site.

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