Poetry Can Be Fun

I took the poetry creative writing class with Jan Worth last semester and had a lot of fun. I had to "audition" to get in the class, so I spent time in her office explaining how I like poetry. I'm more of a prose writer, but I'm not afraid to try poetry. I managed to convince I'd be a good student in her class. I had done it again, whatever "it" was.

At the end of the conversation, I quoted the first four, and only lines, I had about the over the counter medicine Imodium. Jan said I should develop the poem, which I did and I now have 16 lines in my tribute.

As part of the class, we were fortunate enough to participate in a poetry reading at Buckham Gallery. The poetry we read was our own, hopefully inspired by the art. So, of course, I read my Imodium poem. Below is the link to that reading. You have to suffer through a couple other poems first, though.

If you're not in the mood to watch me read, here's the poem for you now. I hope you enjoy it.


My Best Friend

Imodium is my best friend
and why, I’ll tell you true.
It helps keep me from running
when I have to pooh.

Another spot within my life.
Imodium plays a part
is when my gut gets gassy
and I have to fart.

Imodium, the precious,
those little greenish pills.
It stops the runs and farts
and cuts the stench that kills.

I’ll take the little pills for
those stinky times I pass.
It’s a better solution than
shoving a cork up my ass.






http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mmCIU9sl5E