I entered this contest with strong beliefs that even poop & farts has a catergory in the poetry world!
Diverticula pits up her colon Can’t eat much or intestines get swollen Ma's farts are so stinky She swears with her pinky Ain’t gonna stop her from goin’ bowl’n Ma, gran, and Fran’s bowling tournament I sat far knowing their predicament Fran’s blasts were the loudest Best bowler and proudest It’s never again and that’s permanent
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