When I let one loose in the elevator,
what my man said shows he’s no odor hater:
“My sweet little darlin’, you sure own my heart.
Don’t blush, Hon. I know you did not mean to fart.
It ain’t awful bad ‘cause it came from sweet YOU.
Okay, some fresh air would be wonderful—WHEW!
I’ve also been known to cut cheese,...
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