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Limricks prompted by a comment made by someone today It's a fact, and no longer just a rumor Some soup people barf at toilet humor Have you sniffed your own butt It stinks so keep it shut Pessimism must be your perfumer No one would believe that you never fart Gas explodes from your hiney, a la carte Your butt cheek noises smell That truth you can't dispel Snooty thoughts you continue to impart written by Jenna Logan I suffered from Covid 19 My poopy muse sure left the scene Now I'm back on soup And I will write poop Though comments are meant to demean My farty work may be bad taste But I wont let my wit go to waste I give a poop warning So please quit your scorning And find someone else to lambaste written by Jan Allison So am I to gather that some of us don’t poop That the farts we emit are unworthy of Soup Then do not read our gassy words If they, for you, are disgusting turds Perhaps consider joining another poetry group. Written by L. Milton Hankins From my buttocks straight to your nose When it arrives, nobody knows You will not even see Passed out you will be Donning a backstabbing pose It's a fart that has scratched an itch And then released in perfect pitch From a stinky fart box To a head full of rocks You’re nothing more than a dull glitch Written by Mark Koplin Could Brussels sprouts, be fouling Xmas air Wasn’t me, he defiantly declares You smelly pig, says his wife While pointing the carving knife At circumstantial stains upon his chair Written by David Kavanaugh From a friend we’ve been stabbed in the back We took you in right after your attack Then your chest filled with loot And you gave us the boot Pucker up and kiss both sides of my crack Another written by Mark Koplin I once had a boyfriend called Ronny Who lit his own fart: wasn’t funny Flames flew in the air Burning his bum hair So Ronny ran home to his mummy written by Angela Tune Toilet humor poetry, written as an ode Creating tales of tails sitting on a commode Some prude says it stinks Who cares what she thinks We all know she takes a dump to release her load written by Lin Lane There was a farting contest on the Soup Along came amazing farters in-group A Bachelor of farts Came in top of the bards And is now star of a touring puke troupe. The bards of farts wanted to take revenge On the winner whose success had no end They gave him some grape juice Which made his bowels loose Caused a gas blast and poisoned those 'friends'. written by Belle Bellevue The regular do do a Poop Of The Day Truth be told they would have it no other way Some travel with ease Others need a slight squeeze Except when the squirt was brought on by a sneeze written by John Lawless There was an old man from South Harting Who simply could not stop farting. As he rose from his chair, He cried out in despair, “The seams of my trousers are parting!” written by Lisle Ryder Eating legumes was on Madame's docket, Though she knew it might form a gas pocket Then with one ill-timed sneeze And the aftermath breeze She took off like a Saturn V rocket written by John Watt Big smelly Billy he hailed from Zaire And strutted around town without a care His bowels were churning His guts were turning And left a foul smelling stench in the air... The townspeople had enough of this hell And chained around his neck a warning bell Now when they hear him coming They can all start a running No more will they have to inhale his smell.. written by Tom Cunningham Pretending to be such a prude but you're simply someone who's rude focus on your own leave others alone Your poetry comments are skewed written by Tania Kitchin ~ If you'd like to add a limerick, soup mail.

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Limricks prompted by a comment made by someone today It's a fact, and no longer just a rumor Some soup people barf at toilet humor Have you sniffed your own butt It stinks so keep it shut Pessimism must be your perfumer No one would believe that you never fart Gas explodes from your hiney, a la carte Your butt cheek noises smell That truth you can't dispel Snooty thoughts you continue to impart written by Jenna Logan I suffered from Covid 19 My poopy muse sure left the scene Now I'm back on soup And I will write poop Though comments are meant to demean My farty work may be bad taste But I wont let my wit go to waste I give a poop warning So please quit your scorning And find someone else to lambaste written by Jan Allison So am I to gather that some of us don’t poop That the farts we emit are unworthy of Soup Then do not read our gassy words If they, for you, are disgusting turds Perhaps consider joining another poetry group. Written by L. Milton Hankins From my buttocks straight to your nose When it arrives, nobody knows You will not even see Passed out you will be Donning a backstabbing pose It's a fart that has scratched an itch And then released in perfect pitch From a stinky fart box To a head full of rocks You’re nothing more than a dull glitch Written by Mark Koplin Could Brussels sprouts, be fouling Xmas air Wasn’t me, he defiantly declares You smelly pig, says his wife While pointing the carving knife At circumstantial stains upon his chair Written by David Kavanaugh From a friend we’ve been stabbed in the back We took you in right after your attack Then your chest filled with loot And you gave us the boot Pucker up and kiss both sides of my crack Another written by Mark Koplin I once had a boyfriend called Ronny Who lit his own fart: wasn’t funny Flames flew in the air Burning his bum hair So Ronny ran home to his mummy written by Angela Tune Toilet humor poetry, written as an ode Creating tales of tails sitting on a commode Some prude says it stinks Who cares what she thinks We all know she takes a dump to release her load written by Lin Lane There was a farting contest on the Soup Along came amazing farters in-group A Bachelor of farts Came in top of the bards And is now star of a touring puke troupe. The bards of farts wanted to take revenge On the winner whose success had no end They gave him some grape juice Which made his bowels loose Caused a gas blast and poisoned those 'friends'. written by Belle Bellevue The regular do do a Poop Of The Day Truth be told they would have it no other way Some travel with ease Others need a slight squeeze Except when the squirt was brought on by a sneeze written by John Lawless There was an old man from South Harting Who simply could not stop farting. As he rose from his chair, He cried out in despair, “The seams of my trousers are parting!” written by Lisle Ryder Eating legumes was on Madame's docket, Though she knew it might form a gas pocket Then with one ill-timed sneeze And the aftermath breeze She took off like a Saturn V rocket written by John Watt Big smelly Billy he hailed from Zaire And strutted around town without a care His bowels were churning His guts were turning And left a foul smelling stench in the air... The townspeople had enough of this hell And chained around his neck a warning bell Now when they hear him coming They can all start a running No more will they have to inhale his smell.. written by Tom Cunningham Pretending to be such a prude but you're simply someone who's rude focus on your own leave others alone Your poetry comments are skewed written by Tania Kitchin ~ If you'd like to add a limerick, soup mail.