The Burp

The sound slides so smoothly off of your tongue,
With the breath flying away from its now empty lung.
“For the joy of it,” I would declare when I blew,
Everyone would agree with a loud, “Yessiroo!”
And walking away I knew they were still glad,
I could hear them a-laughing at the joke they just had.
That divine sound still rings in my head
Even when I go to bed.
I lick my lips in delight
And keep burping through the night.