Frrrrrrrt
Frrrrt, frrrt, frrrt, ohhhhhhhhhh
here it comes, don't let go,
trying to hold it back, hold it in,
the sphincter always seems to win;
if there is no resounding blast
the odor surely lasts,
it wasn't me, no, not I
someone else just walked on by.
Chantelle Cooke's Fart-tastic contest 9/19/21
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2021
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