Women Don’t Pass Wind

• Bethany Runham, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

Dad says women don’t pass wind, but I don’t think that’s true
So I followed mum ‘round all day, and she never even knew

Then when we were out in the yard, a deep rumble sound arose
Mum whistled and walked away, what didn’t was the stench in my nose

My sister does ballet lessons, I went to see her course
And when she did her tremendous leap, she rose higher with extra force

Next in line was dad’s mum Gran, she’s short, tough and stout
I went and sniffed the chair after her, it smelt worse then brussel sprout

Now when dad says women don’t pass wind, I nod and say ‘it’s true!’
Really, inside my head I’m thinking, poor thing, if only you knew