Hiccups
Hiccups occasionally interrupt reality;
tho not usually considered serious;
spasms or burps interfere with neutrality;
sometimes, they can appear delerious.
These metaphoric quirks of nature,
insignificant, rhythmic, interruptions;
a quizzical part of life’s nomenclature;
polite society’s form of disruptions.
These quirks are considered as glitches;
awkward snags in the commerce of life;
conversation, with a hole in its britches;
creating stress, you could cut with a knife.
Hiccups are what, no one likes to get;
it’s a slight source of embarrassment;
they can annoy; be a source of regret;
and a miniature form of harrassment.
Life, itself, can get the hiccups, too;
snags or rips in the fabric of creation;
a form of subtlty, these hiccups, imbue;
as normalcy transforms to deviation.
A bout of hiccups can become amusing;
even a bit embarrassing too;
its timing, quite often, is very confusing;
especially when that hiccup is you.
Don’t be surprised when they come about;
for they are, after all, quite benign;
tho they garner more attention than a shout;
they’re a way that God marks time.
Monty 1/16/22, # 930