Flatulant Fanny
Self-propelled she was
Gas powered
Protective aromatic defenses
Kept away any intended offenses
She filled a room alone
And usually she emptied them
But she was a good girl to the bone,
And enlisted in the Army elite
The "creme de' creme"
Put her on the front line,
Turn her back to the enemy,
Screaming, terrified, running,
That's all of them you'd see.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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