Unstrained Melody
A bunch of old farts had stated a band
They farted their music you do understand.
And old guy name Sam, well he farted bass.
Small thunder would sound when he scrunched up his face.
And Al's butt cheeks seemed to tintabulate
depending of course on the food that he ate.
Rhythmic percussion was Michaels forte
The pops were non-stop when he chose to play.
Away from old gramps the rest would all move;
his farts were sonorous, and soft and smooth.
The rest of the guys were willing to bet
that most of his farts were frequently wet.
(c) Lawrencelot - August 7, 2015
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