Songbird
A burp most eloquent.
A fizz in your gut, a hiss in your neck
The burp humbly starts as just a small speck.
You grasp at your gut, its pressure immense
To push out your gas, abdominals tense.
Then lips come apart, preparing the scene
For beautiful notes of music between.
From your sultry eyes, awareness recedes
Attention turns inward, then beauty proceeds.
The belch rises up, a vocal bombast
A glorious moan with might unsurpassed.
Such strong thrumming tones emerge as Songbird
Eructs with a force that's felt while it's heard.
The language of bliss both ripples and peaks
Tempestuous speech, impassioned while chic.
You sing without words, a tumult of sound
Deep notes that reach joyous heights that astound.
And force it all out, wring ev'ry last peal
A symphony's end, exquisite, surreal.
The burp has gone by, your pressure subdued
By singing a belch with passion imbued.