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Flatus
When my tum misbehaves
with abdominal wind,
I think of my son as a tot.
Now I risk my health by telling you this
for the story belongs to that category, that sort,
that’s tricky..
It’s much like the photo
we take of our kids
when they’re tiny and small,
(you know - of them naked near the bath or the pot,)
thinking it’s cute when it’s not really at all
to them later.
One day standing quietly he let go a fart
and knew in an instant it came from the part
of his body used for another task.
In surprise he stood still, then suddenly said
in a voice filled with awe
and with eyes filled with mirth:
“Did you hear that, Mummy?
My bottom went burp!”