A Red-Haired Air of Misfortune
A lass with red hair, bright and fair,
Loved Guinness and drank without care,
When she tripped on a stone,
She let out a groan,
Then farted and stunk up the air!
Copyright © Mickey Grubb | Year Posted 2025
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