Image by Dimitris Christou from Pixabay
Oh, such severe gas
I will just let one sneak pass
Was not innocent!
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It could have been the perfect summer day. The hot July sun warmed the water in the backyard pool just enough to be comfortable and refreshing. The laughter of the five little girls echoed against the splashing water as they chased each other in a classic game of Marco Polo. The game distracted them enough that they failed to notice the dipping sun nearing the horizon. Their fingers and toes had long ago turned wrinkly like raisins, but none wondered why they had been left to play so long today.
By A. J. Schoenfeld5 days 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!