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
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015
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