Beans, Beans, the musical. . .

I'm personally not a big fan of fart jokes. However, the following excerpt from POPPY Shakespeare by Clare Allan made me laugh. I'm going to skip some small blocks of text (represented by . . .) because I don't want to spoil some of the little, intricately written phrases that are pivotal to the story itself. I haven't even gotten through one quarter of the book, so I can't say much about the book as a whole.

 

 

 

"The lobby weren't big, maybe twenty foot long with double sliding-doors either end. The only place to sit was this black leather sofa. . . It weren't the sort of sofa you sat on easy. With it's smooth leather cushions and it's soft leather arms,. . .but there weren't nowhere else so in the end I just gone ahead and done it.

 

Well as I sat down it done this fart, ain't no nicer way I can say it. . . And it didn't stop there, do you know what I'm saying, 'cause every time I moved it done another. And I sat still and weren't even breathing, but each time the sliding-doors slid open, I just couldn't help it, it give me a jump, and each time I jumped, it let off a thumping stunker. . .

 

I don't know when the sofa stopped farting, but I reckon it must of been saving them up for half an hour at least. 'Cause now as I jumped up, it let rip a stunker. The loudest, smelliest, most in-ignorable stunker you heard in your life!" from POPPY SHAKESPEARE: a novel by Clare Allan

 

 

 

LB