CORPSE AND BEANS, OR
WHAT IS POETRY?
I sit at my table and sometimes the question of poetry crosses my mind
The man who one night ate a big plate of beans
Then got tired
Of everything and killed himself
Next day at the burial
Everyone said, What's that noise?
Was it poetry?
I like this poem because it keeps alive a tradition in English literature tracing all the way back to Chaucer: elevating the fart-joke to an art form.