A Doctor of proctology
I can spot them a mile away
with or without the hats
nor the Nazi salutes
they may love their dogs to the max
canines won’t paw out their faults
Oh what stories vets could tell
the owners be in prison
or dropped down where they belong in hell
Fannie Strumpet is a flatulent floozy
With each wiggle her rump lets out a doozy
She blows out so much gas
Foul vapor from her a$$
It's asphyxiating and makes me woozy
Fannie lets 'em rip without hesitation
When I point a finger in accusation
She points hers back at me
and laughs saying, "Phew Wee!"
I'm tempted to enact strangulation
I threatened to have the woman arrested
Indecently walking around bare breasted
She farted in my face
Through her panties of lace
I think I was infected and molested
One night Fannie was with a man she'd just met
When she tooted he left, much to her regret
Rectal fumes exploded
He screamed, "You're corroded!"
Her tail expels toxins like a gas jet
Fannie saw a doctor of proctology
She farted without making an apology
She disgusted him so
He said, "Madame, just go.
You're a noxious threat to world ecology!"
I don't fear being assaulted by her smut
She was sued; the case was open and shut
The streets no longer stink
Cuz Fannie's in the clink
For hiding lethal weapons in her butt
October 1, 2021
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A visit to Doctor Upyers' Medical Clinic was approached with trembling and dread!
Most folks would rather be fishing or have an appointment with their dentist instead!
Oh no! He wasn't trained in the fields of audiology, cardiology or cosmetology.
You see, at his Bottoms Up Clinic he specialized in the practice of proctology!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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