Puke Fart Walk

Squeeze your cheeks and nary speak. Never you squeak and squawk. There be a wee more yards to make, As you take your puke fart walk. What wild plan that sounded grand, Has landed you in this state? Make no mistake we all relate. So, sympathy we do impart. We pray you’ll make it, But you must take it. For you’ve earned your puke fart walk. Now lady luck might be the stuff To help you make the pisser. So, when she comes through and you don’t spew, Though your insides turn and toss. Stop and kiss her, never diss her, Whence you’ve undertaken the making, Of the puke fart walk. So, here’s the deal! We’ve all had to feel an awful consternation Undertaking the making of navigation Filled with trepidation at the realization We’re not suffering from constipation. Now we must cross a certain divide And there’s no way to hide from prying eyes. Thus, we hold our breath, wish for death, And swallow all our pride. With dignity gone, at what could go wrong, We silently depart, on the journey known in part, As the puke fart walk!