No poem to share today, but I thought I'd share a section from my WIP, Accidentally Were? I laugh every time I read it.
Nothing makes your pride and conceit flail like a half inflated balloon farting its way across a room, than to realize you’re facing the father of the woman who only met a week ago yet knocked up and haven’t made plans to marry.
I'm sure there's supposed to be some more punctuation in there somewhere ...
EDIT: Good Lord, I went searching for pictures of a balloon -- a sweet innocent little balloon -- and found out there is a whole fetish world to balloons I never knew about -- I swear, I'm going to stop looking for images soon, every time I do, I come across some new, slightly disturbing sexual fetish!