No Farting Allowed
At work it was slack- not much to do,
The boss was out on the prowl.
We have to look busy no matter what
His face was all of a scowl.
I had the misfortune to pick up a paper
A paper someone bought for their break,
The boss he saw- and he descended on me
The shock made my knees begin to quiver and shake.
His name was Marsh but we called him Swampy
A more evil man there never was…
I expected to end up like a corpse from Pompey
When to his office he dragged me because.
The fear made me shake
And wind I did break
The smell permeated through the air…
He stood looking at me but I could see-
to ask me he never would dare…
My lips began to twitch, my nose began to itch
What on earth was I going to do?
He opened the door pushed me out to the shop floor
The shock made me-
nearly drop a poo...
I heard a big gasp
He took a deep breath in at last
I ran off before he caught me again.
The lesson I learnt
I know now why matches are burnt
In small closets all over the land…
But as I don’t smoke, when I break wind I choke
As I never have matches to hand.
From that day forth
Matches are in my pocket henceforth
Swampy can catch me on a skive if he does like
But he never has-he avoids me because
When he is around I get out the matches and strike….
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
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