The Buffeting of the Buffet
The feast was colossal; I’m not really grumbling.
I’m just feeling docile, except for the rumbling.
To put it it discreetly (I could be succincter):
I fear it’s completely defeating my sphincter.
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Written 16 Dec 2018 for the "Succinct Treat" poetry contest.
Also entered in "Rhyme Battle XII" contest.
Copyright © Ed Morris | Year Posted 2018
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