
Little Poem; I put together for you. As I am running out of Gassssssss.
A Fart is a pleasant thing,
It gives the belly ease,
It warms the bed in the winter,
And suffocates the cats fleas.
A Fart can be soft and quiet,
A Fart can be loud and Proud,
Some can leave a powerful,
Stinking poisonous Cloud,
A Fart can be sweet and short,
Or a Fart can be puffy Long,
Some Farts have been known,
To sound like a lot of my Songs.
A Fart can create,
A most curious medley,
A Fart can be harmless,
Or silent,quiet and deadly.
A Fart always does occur,
In a myriad of embarrsing places,
And leaves everyone there,
With squinty eyes and strange looks on their faces.
From the high Rocky Mountain places,
To the seats of Newfoundland theaters,
A Fart will find each and everyone of us,
Much sooner than later.
Anyone know a good Shrink???
Showing posts with label odours. Show all posts
Showing posts with label odours. Show all posts
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Fortune Cookie for the day- Said " Beware of odors from strange places!"
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Strum a Chord or Three
Labels: farts, methane gas, odours
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