There was a young woman with Crohn’s She could feel it right down to her bones She let out a fart And it gave her a start “If only ’twas only a fart” she groans
Category: poetry
Guiding Hand
When you step off the path I hope I can be there to put you back on And when you reach out I promise that I won’t just be gone We all come off balance and sometimes lose our way And I will try my best not to lead you astray But I can’t be…
Brittle Heart
A little poem I wrote back in 2014, must have had a bad night. My heart feels brittle It’s crumbling away to dust These tears keep leaking And I’m starting to rust
