I Let It Rip
Holding it in as long as I possibly could
[Wouldn’t want to stink up my neighborhood]
So, I hurriedly ran to a nearby park
And, surrounded by sweet-smelling flowers
I let it rip! No one was near to hear me
But the sound was ear-splitting, I tell you,
And when it comes to farts, mine was a doozy
So, I hurried home and got in my jacuzzi.
written October 2, 2021
especially for "May The Gas Be With You Farts" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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