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Poopies in July

Little crappies, little shit flames,
Do you do no harm?

You fart. I can smell you.
I put my hands among the fumes. Everything burns.

And it exhausts me to whiff you
Farting like that, wrinkly and clear brown, like the skin of a butt.

A butt just crapped.
Little crappy skirts!

There are gases I cannot waft.
Where are your odours, your nauseous fumes?

If I could breathe, or see!---
If my ass could fathom a burn like that!

Or your vapours seep to me, in this glass capsule,
Dulling and stilling.

But odorous. Odorous.

Author notes

So this is a parodied version of Sylvia Plath's "Poppies in July". It's a really great poem of hers. I just stunk it up like that.

Also see http://allpoetry.com/poem/show/3640754.

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  • Deprived-of-Reason
    July 9

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    haha. this made me laugh! i dont exactly think you were going for cute, but it was! Great write, smelly subject!

    (haha i know, im a loser!)
    either way great write!


  • Pelican
    November 30, 2007
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    giggles


  • vaseline
    November 26, 2007
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    lmao this makes me think of a video i saw the other day lol. ahh scatophilia.


  • transcendental baby gold member
    November 24, 2007

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    Great parody! That's what happens when the shit hits the fan


    • Axelle Black
      November 25, 2007
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      Thank you! Yes, the shit was sure hitting the fan that day.


  • Allyce May gold member
    November 24, 2007

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    HAHA!

    This cracks me up! I once did one about pies:

    Little pies, little stomach flames,
    Do you do no harm?

    You fatten. I cannot eat you.
    I put my nose above the pastry. Nothing expands.

    And it exhausts me to repudiate you
    Steaming like that, meaty and soft beige, like the torso of man.

    A man just sun tanned.
    Little oven tanned parcels!

    There are fumes that I cannot consume.
    Here lie your calories, your nauseous saturated fat!

    If I could gnaw, or devour! -------------
    If my mouth could marry a pie like that!

    Or your viscera seep to me, on this bone china,
    Succulent and satisfying.

    But damaging. Damaging.

    Hee hee hee. Yours is far shittier than mine though - I'm loving it!

    • Axelle Black
      November 25, 2007
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      Oh... god. This is actually nearly poetic! Except it's hilarious of course. But it's actually really good! lol. Hahaha... of course though mine beats you on an excrement level. You're brilliant girl.


  • g r e y i s m
    November 24, 2007
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    oh you know what else? I love the orangy brown background. very shittilicious.

  • g r e y i s m
    November 24, 2007

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    !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    lol! this is freaking funny and well you did a nice parody too. I want to do one now but I don't want to be a copycat.

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