Son of a Gun I Got Bum Gout
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When I let one loose in the elevator
I felt like a fart battling, a mitigator
he said, "you couldn't hold it until later?"
I said, "it just ran away, what a traitor!"
when I got to my desk, I fanned it out
while all the workers changed their rout
I cried " son of a gun I got bum gout!"
and suddenly, they all began to shout.
July 31, 2021
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