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No Farting Allowed
At work it was slack- not much to do, The boss was out on the prowl. We have to look busy no matter what His face was all of a scowl. I had the misfortune to pick up a paper A paper someone bought for their break, The boss he saw- and he descended on me The shock made my knees begin to quiver and shake. His name was Marsh but we called him Swampy A more evil man there never was… I expected to end up like a corpse from Pompey When to his office he dragged me because. The fear made me shake And wind I did break The smell permeated through the air… He stood looking at me but I could see- to ask me he never would dare… My lips began to twitch, my nose began to itch What on earth was I going to do? He opened the door pushed me out to the shop floor The shock made me- nearly drop a poo... I heard a big gasp He took a deep breath in at last I ran off before he caught me again. The lesson I learnt I know now why matches are burnt In small closets all over the land… But as I don’t smoke, when I break wind I choke As I never have matches to hand. From that day forth Matches are in my pocket henceforth Swampy can catch me on a skive if he does like But he never has-he avoids me because When he is around I get out the matches and strike…. MT
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