Gas
Twinkle twinkle big star,
Who let out a big fart,
The air is polluted,
I can't breath,
Give me a gas mask,
Or next time just leave,
Wear tight clothing,
And don't let it slip out,
For it might result,
In people passing out,
Go to a closed room,
And lock the door,
For if any gas escapes,
It will peel the paint,
Off walls and floors,
That green cloud,
That forms around your butt,
Isnt any type of candy,
And will look like you pooped your pants,
Even though this seems funny,
Just remember,
Your doing your own laundry,
If it becomes runny,
I have spare masks,
Extra laundry soap needed,
Just not for the time being....
Copyright © Tera Brown | Year Posted 2016
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