Dear Grandma,
No one
wants to know
about the state
of your
bowels.
Please save
your colourful tales
of abdominal distress
for your medical advisors.
Elimination is
NEVER
appropriate
dinner table
conversation.
.
.
.
(You’d think this was common sense, wouldn’t you?)
Shawn L. Bird 
ew. There’s nothing colourful about elimination unless it involves food dyes, which is still not appropriate discussion over any meeting unless it’s with a doctor. See Also Cap’n Crunchberries and Fruity Pebbles. But look in my cereal bowl, nowhere else.This is why I switched to Frosted Flakes, and later to plain shredded wheat. Why do I sometimes crave the formers? I have NO idea.
Don’t forget beets and asparagus!
I appreciate your visit and for you taking the time to comment. 🙂
Nothing like crappy dinner conversation to enhance the appetite! Thanks for the delightful poetic chuckle
I was avoiding using that turn of phrase. lol
Thanks for stopping by.
“In the brain, out the mouth- and other places”-as my late FIL said, when inappropriate comments were spoken, at his dinner table.
When these grandmas were mothers, they would not have tolerated such conversations at their tables, so I don’t understand why it becomes okay later.
Haha. Yeah. Some things just shouldn’t be spoken of.
Haha, true. Funny yet apt. Definitely not at a dinner table! I mean, it could be reserved for another time. But not when doing so could evoke vomiting. ;D
Sometimes I get really low or feel a sense of darkness within. I like to channel those negative emotions into poems. Had written one talking about the feeling of being trapped by your inhibitions and self-doubts. Would be great if you could give it a read here:
https://revitellect.wordpress.com/2017/02/25/the-perfect-punishment-poem/ 😀
Thanks for sharing your connections!