MacBelch

A Poem by C

The second in my anthology of poems about the the little but important things in the life of a slovenly student. This installment is a lament about a particularly magnificent burp.

Oh sweet belch that cometh from the depths of my gizzard,

And springeth forth from my lips with a pungency so glorious.

King of kings, lord of lords,

Whose rattle and roar makes meek the mightiest of lions and quakes the boots of the fiercest warrior.

Such a din, not unlike the deep crack of thunder.

It shaketh my chest with its raw power.

Now it rents the air, ever dissipating,

Until it is no more, a mere mark on the annals of history,

But forever in my heart it stays, burned,

An eternal hallmark in the very fabric of my being.

Oh how I rue that I had but moments in which to bask,

To relish in foolish pride and cherish that which passes so brusquely.

Though now it seems I mourn, I rest on my laurels and ponder,

When once again I may encounter,

That most beautiful of things.

© 2013 C

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Richard Layne

Ha ha. Ridiculously funny to have such an intelligent take on burps. Do you have anything on flatulence?

Posted 10 Years Ago

10 Years Ago

As it happens, there is one in the works!

Wall of Words

Haha. I love how you give this poem on a belch such a serious tone, like you're talking about some great hero conquering a city. The Old English really adds to the comedy of it all. LOL. Very nicely done. :)
Sylvia.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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10 Years Ago

Thank you! I just love using Middle and Old English, and what better use is there than to make peopl.. read more

zaneybear

I love your writing style on this piece, and it makes me laugh, the tone comes off as serious because of the word choice, and the style but it's actually very pleasant and very humorous! what a wonderful way to capture the beauty of a good belch.