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Summary

The text humorously describes an unexpected and embarrassing incident where the author, while experiencing stomach discomfort at the mall, accidentally passes stool while attempting to release gas, leading to a messy situation.

Abstract

The narrative poem titled "Shart" recounts a humorous yet mortifying experience of the author, Martin Rushton, who, while out shopping with friends, encounters severe abdominal pains. Initially thinking it's just a fart, the author rushes to the toilet only to discover that the situation is more serious than anticipated, resulting in an accidental defecation. The poem vividly details the aftermath of the incident, highlighting the mess and the foul odor, and ends with a lighthearted acceptance of the embarrassing event. The poem is part of a series of humorous works by the author, with links to other poems suggesting a theme of comedic and relatable life mishaps.

Opinions

  • The author treats the embarrassing topic with humor and lightheartedness, as seen in the playful tone when describing the incident.
  • There is an element of surprise and sudden realization as the author transitions from expecting a simple fart to the actual event of a shart.
  • The author does not seem to harbor any shame about the incident, as indicated by the sharing of the experience in the poem.
  • The use of vivid imagery and descriptive language conveys the intensity and unexpectedness of the event, emphasizing the comedic aspect of the situation.
  • The inclusion of links to other poems suggests that the author enjoys sharing relatable and humorous personal experiences through poetry.

"Shart"

A nasty fart with added extras. Inspired from a post comment by Erika Lauts Anderson.

Photo by Patrick Kool on Unsplash

Out with some friends, Shopping in the mall. A grumble in my stomach, Doesn’t feel good at all.

I think I need the toilet, Beginning to feel some pain. Stomachs making noises, Abdominal pains insane.

I shuffle to the toilet, Cheeks so firmly clenched. Don’t think I got that long now. Intestines feel all wrenched.

Suddenly it happened, I thought it was just a fart. Like c4 being detonated, Oh dear I had a shart.

The mess is quite incredible, Poo went everywhere. The smell was quite noxious, Oh well I had to share.

©MartinRushton 2020

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