Toot Toot
Tom Trumpeteer has the rhythm in his ear
I wonder, can you guess what’s protruding from his rear
It looks just like a trumpet and when he’s eaten beans
He toots a toot with every step, at least that’s how it seems
He went to the ballroom, the orchestra were late
Someone asked the kitchen staff for baked beans on a plate
He ate them up and then he started dancing with his date
His dance was pretty awful but the tune he played was great
2 October 2021
For May the Gas be with you farts part 2 contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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