All Dad's Fault

so i have the farts , the farts i say big one little one , won't go away. nasty farts smelly farts , i have the farts in my sharts...i say my sharts cuz it rhymes with farts instead of shorts which i guess rhymes in sorts with my nasty little port . my _ss my _ss, it burns from the gas. the gas it stinks , the gas turns to shats i shat my sharts , i did i did. i shat in the floor i shat in my bid. i say bid cuz it rhymes with did. i pay respects to the porcelain god , i pray i spray , i shat , i moan , today.. tomorrow i sh_t and groan to my dismay. it hurt , it hurt , it stank like hell held my nose , couldn't stand the smell it stank , it was rank ..really bad it hurt my feelings and made me mad so sad so sad i really am sad for all that sh_t i had to shad. i say shad cuz it rhymes with sad since it ran in my jeans , i guess i'll blame dad.