Passing Wind
Do you remember the day
When some wind went astray
And you let out a smelly old fart
Just one of those embarrassing moments, don’t let it tear you apart
A botty burp, a fart or a fluff - you may call it another name
It’s all completely natural don’t hang your head in shame
I once worked with a lad I called ‘beans boy’
Oh boy that kid sure could let rip
Think his mum fed him baked beans and curries
Cos we sure got a good whiff of it
On bad days we’d opened the windows
We’d gasp for some sweet smelling air
It was so bad I thought I’d get asphyxiated
And would be found dead in my chair
Jan Allison
30th June 2014
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