Farter In the House
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My suffering knows no measure
My brother pained me from the start.
He's made my life a source of misery
With each and every...fart.
I'm not sure what the boy's been eating...
But like all his other friends.
Eventually... indubitably... assuredly
It comes out the other end.
There's a farter in the room... laying waste that can't be seen,
Emitting odors while i'm slowly turning green.
With the fragrance of a skunk... and the odor of a rat...
He's killing all our plants just like some alley cat.
He makes life a trial and tribulation
Making sounds nobody can ignore.
While our parents in desperation
Replete with indignation
Weakly pound upon our bedroom door
I look forward to that glorious morning
When he's suddenly dragged away.
While he's holed up in his room
Like some epic garbage tomb
And they snatch him right from where he lays.
My eight plus years have led to sorrows...
He smelled atrocious from the start.
This bathroom troll... has just one goal...
To annoy me with his heinous... farts.
(Chorus)
No matter what my parents tell me...
We should give this weird boy away.
To someone... who's not big on smelling
With a brain that's gone astray.
All I need is for the gall and daring
To free me from this sordid gloom.
And giving me a break... they would happily gladly take
This boy who reeks of noxious fumes.
(Chorus)
The End
*From a children's musical I've written.
Copyright © David Mchattie | Year Posted 2022
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