Fartastically Yours
"Fartastially yours," he says as he shoots them out like a gun
I pinch my nose in disgust and then I speed out like a bullet
"honey I went hard as a rock," he whines, " think I lost a ton"
sticking my head out the door, " it must have been the mullet,
"Fart-tastic, Fantastic " he croons, " hurry go get the skillet "
we can cook them and feed them to the Browns, hon ...
Theres a knock at the door and I open it, its Louise Oh God !
from the bathroom he hollars " honey let her in, its fine "
"I've come to borrow a bottle of wine" she says, "for Claude"
sorry Lou, my husband is unwell and we drank up all the wine
sniffing around she asks " did you cook rotten fish Adeline?"
yes I did but now Jerry is in the can and its not a good sign
"Fart-astic Fantastic" he muisicalizes, " "fresh as they come"
I sigh and then I close the door, then I lay dead on the floor
he giggles n' shakes " oh the things that come out of my bum
that night I open a can of beans, " think I'll even the score"
the next day it is I who is tootin' it out with putrid air hums
Fart-tastic, fantastic" I chant as I vibrate, my musical door.
September 22, 2021
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest Name Fart-tastic
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