Image by Dimitris Christou from Pixabay
Oh, such severe gas
I will just let one sneak pass
Was not innocent!
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Young Aldin of Wiloh had never contemplated death. It was almost strange — so many around him had the tendency to obsess over it, to clamor and claw almost desperately at their own perceptions of the end to know death as much as they could: when it would come, why it would come, where it would take them when it did.
By angela hepworthabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (10)
When a toot becomes a trumpet. lol. this made me laugh.
Sharon Combs This made me laugh out loud 🤣💯👌
Oops!
Oopsie Daisie 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Lol tha was very funny 😄
🤣🤣
So clever! 😁
Good one!!!Too humorous!!!💕❤️❤️
I sense a theme... 💩
Lol haha! This is great! I love a good gassy Haiku!