When I Let One Loose In the Elevator
When I let one loose in the elevator
I hoped the smell would pass
But it stopped on six then my boss stepped in
And my bowels expelled more gas
He sniffed the air not once but twice
And asked if I smelled stew?
I answered back with a sheepish grin
I think it's butt Fondue
August 04 2021
Copyright © Anne E Sangster - K | Year Posted 2021
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