Can't believe I'm penning this mess,
but I must address the gifted poetess,
Jan Allison has a degree from the
distinguished Poot-Toot University,
she has a PhD in Fartology.
An expert she is,
and, gee whiz,
anyone who writes of farts
so funnily,
is the "Queen of Flatulence,"
a PoetrySoup decree!
And yes, I know some are offended
by potty humor,
but we need comic relief in
the literary til we laugh ourselves
into a stupor,
as this world has much strife,
even if it's gaseous,
laughter heals life. ~
Today is ten ten,
Day when you born,
Eyes you have open,
And see the sun.
In every new season,
Death will come soon,
God forgive his sean,
And bless him in.
Problems which have remain,
Arange ten as train,
Know the time and when,
There is no time again.
Time you must obtain,
Because everyday the run,
Things you should win,
In a good mean.
Things which you can,
Poot them in plain,
Forgive your own son,
In how to begin.
Today we have join,
And collect our coin,
Because in every moon,
Things change after noon.
In your head brain,
Forget about your pain,
In all those rain,
What have you learn?
Kung sakaling nalulumbay
Subukan mo na mahimlay,
Mahimbing at managinip
Nang mamatay abang isip.
Kung minsan namang masaya
At nais ‘wag nang matawa.
Ipikit ‘yong mga mata
Sa panaginip maluha.
At kung may pag-aalala,
Subukan mo ring mahiga
At maidlip sa ‘yong kama
Nang pangamba’y ‘ibsang kusa.
Iwan ‘tong mundong uma’pi,
Lim’tin tanang pagsisisi,
Poot ay sabay’ng iwaksi,
Ang managinip ay libre.
My dram ram has spent it's last byte
MS word won't type another poetic wishful might
India calling techie says charge $$ that visa
and PC will be good for a few years
Over the phone line and through the Dell
to better 'puting we go
The geek knows the way
to carry away
my short and dwindling dough!
Over the phone line and through the Dell
Charge what?? this is starting to smell!!
The geek knows he may talk away
my sanity Hey!!
This PC still don't 'poot!!
Sounds
C
L
A
N
K
BAM
Ca poot
Ch ch ch ch ch
Aoooooooooga aoooga
she was incandesed with rage
and began calling us out our names
BUTTON-DOWN POOT
EXOPHTHALMIC RAG-PIMP
SPLINDED-LIMBED LOOSER
LUMPEN-YUPPIE
SCRAWNY-PICKLED MONKEY MEN
so we had to butt in
little does one know when there drunk
that they hurt innocent people
this was her commitment everyday
to textural atonalism and chromatic adventure
the price we endure by the ones we love
ignorance instilled
patience out the door