A Very Windy Day On the Isle of Man
A flatulent lady named Jan
When she farts folk reach for a fan
That rank onion smell
It comes straight from hell
She sure is a windy woman!
I had onion bhaji’s for tea
With my tum they did disagree
I keep breaking wind
When will it rescind….
You don’t want to stand close to me!!!
We went out for an Indian meal last night …..I’m nothing if not honest lol
12~15~16
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