I feel it deep inside myself
It makes me want to moan
A bubble of sorts, so it seems
I think that it has grown
It seems as though it may come up
To visit really soon
From my belly into my mouth
As big as a balloon
Burp burp, oh my, a bit of noise
I may have sprung a leak
Burp burp, oh my, again the tune
A quirk of my physique
Perhaps I should apologize
Excuse me please I say
The noise I’ve made is out of place
My body did betray
I’ll say excuse me please out loud
Each time a bubble grows
I’ll say it loud and clear each time
As though it’s from my toes
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Michael W. Hurst
X-military, technician, electrical engineer, technical writer, technical instructor, and mostly human. Love adventure, the future, the past, the present, cookies, instantaneous cravings, all sports, my family, especially my amazing wife.
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The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
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