Jack Ellison Poet Limerick

Load Gaseous Emisions

As I ascend the stairs to my waiting boudoir
I expel these loud gaseous emissions just like a car
Is it the rarefied atmosphere
More likely what I ate I do fear
Must lay off the beans, it smells like an abattoir

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Daniel Turner January 24, 2017 at 9:40 AM Jack, I've been told if you eat fruit cocktail, they'll smell like tutti frutti. Or if you eat pineapple, you can play hawaiian music. Jack Ellison January 24, 2017 at 2:41 PM LOL Love your humour...

Lim'Rik Flats January 24, 2017 at 8:00 AM Hadda google that word abattoir//I thought it would rhyme with choir//watta ya know//it isn't so//but Jackson, you still inspire! FART ON JACKSON!!! Jack Ellison January 24, 2017 at 2:38 PM Aha... one up on ya... as smelly as it is!!! LOL I'M A-FARTING!!!

Jan Allison January 24, 2017 at 7:32 AM ha ha ha I do love a good farty poem and this is a great example lol:-) to the Brits a Trump is another name for a fart ... President fart now reigns lol:-( hugs Jan xx Jack Ellison January 24, 2017 at 2:40 PM LOL Very appropriate!!! Love, Brother Jack xxx