Best Fibre Poems

He is the baked bean tester
And he works the graveyard shift
He isn’t very fragrant
Now I think you’ve got the drift

For he’s frequently exploding
All the people call him names
And it’s ever so important
He avoids all naked flames

His underpants bear witness
Each emission leaves a blot
But they’ll be...

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See how they run
for every birthday they besmirch
See how they stand steadfast
isn't that a sad thing
Although my heart is crying
my soul is dying
Hear their laughter, every smidgeon
every fibre in their being...

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