A Milestone in Summer

It was 6 or 7 months before she could fart in my presence


‘This is a mile stone’ I announced


‘Let’s celebrate the occasion’


And it sounded like a Cornet in triumph


And it smelled like Roses and Blueberries


I soon drifted off peacefully to a dream of nothing in particular


And when I awoke the world was full of endless possibilities


So it was true: women do fart after all.


And that we we’re in love.


~ GMcK