The Turd Stayed In
THE TURD STAYED IN
THE TURD STAYED IN
WHILE I WAS THERE FOR AN HOUR
AS IT CAME OUT SLOW AND HARD
MY MOUTH TASTED SOUR
A FART HERE AND THERE
SMELLED UP THE AIR
BUT IT HURT DOWN THERE
SO I DIDN’T CARE
I COULDN’T HELP THE SMELL
WHEN IT CAME OUT OF MY TAIL
SO IF YOU SEE THE DOOR CLOSE
HOLD YOUR NOSE
BECAUSE I DON’T ALWAYS SMELL
LIKE A ROSE
BY: ADELLA JACKSON MY MOTHER
03/03/09
Copyright © Shawn Jones | Year Posted 2010
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