The Stench
The stench has fallen upon me
Nowhere to run,nowhere to hide
Smells like something crawled up in me and died
Like a gray smog drifting across the night
If you lit a flame it would definitely ignite
Some smell sweet, some smell sour
Some smell rotten some smell like your pants are on fire
What makes them hot when you squeeze one out
And what makes one juicy feeling unlike a drought
Smeller is the feller some people say
Blaming someone else seems like peoples way
Why be embarrassed its just a human function
More air on the outside than within your spaghetti junction
Proudly squeeze one out and hold your head high
Let it roll out your butt and slide down to your thighs
Play a game with your family and friends
Pull my finger the fun never ends
Can you guess what I ate the day before
Let me know as your running out that door
Copyright © James Henderson | Year Posted 2014
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