Fetid Fun
Fetid Fun
There are great many farts,
Each fall into their own class,
There's one called silent poison,
It makes no sound but raises hell,
Then we have dear ole' hissing Tom,
When he comes by your nose gets pissed,
Some farts sound like a great, great bomb,
They make much noise but leave no crumb,
One you may name the Great Purge,
When it's its time don't **** your pants,
Jack and Jill come when you're filled,
One shouts with one trumpeting after,
Unfortunately this is but few,
Of many farts I wish I knew,
When next you fart do play this game,
And give our fetid friend a name.
- Uyi Iredia
Copyright © Iredia Uyi | Year Posted 2016
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