Her flatulence interrupted
our most passionate
of moments.
It was loud
and rumbled
my balls.
This
bizarre sensation
frightened
my cock.
As it hid away,
she burst into a drunken laughter
and I
began to act like a baby.
Whining and crying,
saying
our sex was ruined.
It wasn't.
Far from it.
It's a memory
I'll even tell
at her eulogy.
Our children and great grandchildren
will be in
shock and awe
at the type of
wonderful connection
we shared
that fateful night.
This,
I shall conclude,
was how
the family
was conceived.
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