Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Ode to Flatulence in the Morning

Oh! Flatulence in the morning
Why do you bother me?
Like spikes in my bowels goring
The pain is so bad I cannot see!

Hark! I must hold it in
The secretary at work must not know
She would certainly consider it a sin
My indulgence in burritos and beer the night before

A garbage bag for underwear I must wear
To keep the foul odour in
Strenuous activity I do not dare
Or my coworkers will throw me in the trash bin



1 comments:

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Flatulence? This sounds more like sharting. Lol. Beautifully written.