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About This Poem
No farting allowed
No farting allowed
Let me see
Will I come out in tries one, two or three
She sits on the bowl, straining, oh lord
I won't come out, its so hard
Constipation, its a mess
Come out, come out, I won't settle for less
Finally feeling the poop, I'm almost out
Ha Ha tricked you, a fart, she shouts
Ok, ok, i will settle your stress
Ploop in the bowl, time to swim I guess
Contest by *DP*
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
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