What To Do With Miss P

Although Miss P. was nobility, Very scarce was her gentility. She farted and burped. And soup simply slurped. Loudly too with no humility. Let’s marry her off, her mother said. Her gas is enough to rouse the dead. Who would take her though? She can burp a buffalo Her shirt always full of food when she fed. They arranged a ball for sweet Miss P. For those who knew her would not tea. Her burps made them laugh. Her farts like a calf. Amused guests went home laughing with glee.