Daily Poems for 2025

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“Rumbler. High-squeak. S.B.D.”

Under the table,
Cousin Mable
relays what she hears
from dinner guests
in surrounding chairs
as their holiday meal
digests.

“Double-toot. Earthquake. Elephant.”

Cousin Scott
draws a dot.
First to fill a row,
he erupts,
“Bingo!”

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Fart

The AI rendered this poem as a dinner table scene including a very large elephant in the room.