Jack Ellison Poet Limerick

A Foul Air Stinker Parolee

Naughty, naughty, quite naughty I can be
Lose all inhibitions, I let my wind blow free
From top end or bottom
Smells often quite rotten
Hasten to tell you, I'm a foul air stinker parolee


© Jack Ellison 2015

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Tim Smith October 28, 2015 at 2:55 PM Hidden behind that smirk, really in shame...he rose to opportunity and took dead aim...a mighty shot....discrete, surely not....Jacksons his name, odourosity his game Jack Ellison October 28, 2015 at 8:31 PM "Jackson's his name, odourosity his game" sounds like a new hit TV series!!! LOL duh-duh-duh!

Carol Eastman October 28, 2015 at 1:35 PM Today your words have flippengitis... They remind me that breaking wind is timeless... And we can be brought low in their silence... So make sure in a crisis... To send it away from all or we'll be lifeless... Looks like your the midas... Of gastritis... Jack Ellison October 28, 2015 at 8:29 PM YUP!!! I have Midas farts!!! LOL xxx

Jan Allison October 28, 2015 at 10:51 AM ha ha ha - sure made me smile:-) hugs jan xx Jack Ellison October 28, 2015 at 8:28 PM I've never gone to jail for it but I am on parole so I must be careful!!! LOL xxx