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"Fartastially yours," he says as he shoots them out like a gun 
I pinch my nose in disgust and then I speed out like a bullet 
"honey I went hard as a rock," he whines, " think I lost a ton" 
sticking my head out the door, " it must have been the mullet,  
"Fart-tastic, Fantastic " he croons,  " hurry go get the skillet " 
we can cook them and feed them to the Browns, hon ...

Theres a knock at the door and I open it, its Louise Oh God ! 
from the bathroom he hollars " honey let her in, its fine " 
"I've come to borrow a bottle of wine" she says, "for Claude"
sorry Lou, my husband is unwell and we drank up all the wine 
sniffing around she asks " did you cook rotten fish Adeline?" 
yes I did but now Jerry is in the can and its not a good sign 

"Fart-astic Fantastic" he muisicalizes, " "fresh as they come"
I sigh and then I close the door, then I lay dead on the floor 
he giggles n' shakes " oh the things that come out of my bum
that night I open a can of beans,  " think I'll even the score" 
the next day it is I who is tootin' it out with putrid air hums 
Fart-tastic, fantastic" I  chant as I vibrate, my musical door.  

September 22, 2021 

Sponsor	Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest Name	Fart-tastic

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