Please Let Me Out
A blast of gas she squeezed from her butt,
I couldn't breathe,I couldn't see,
And all of the windows were shut.
She confessed to me of what it could be
All those baked beans and meat pie.
I had to escape,I had to leave soon,
Or I'm sure that I would die.
I tried for the door to make my escape
But my wife was in my way.
I don't get gas very often like this,
So this is payback day.
She was laughing and crying,
While I thought I was dying.
From the smell that she squeezed from her butt.
29/9/2021
May the gas be with you farts part2
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