I had to fart I couldnt hold it in.
The bubbly gas hiding within.
It came out a stench so incredibly great.
Like a rotten banana on an empty plate.
It stank of cheese and rotten pickles.
As it enters your nose your spine it prickles.
Then the worst thing happened I burped so loud.
It was a great way to silence a crowd.
The cheese flavour I tasted in my mouth.
Coming back from the trip down south.
Everyone stared like I was retarted.
Just because I burped and farted.
Written with the help of Jasmin
that is what I expect from someone your age, not war, drugs or death....Cute, a little gross, but a good poem never the less. T
You do a very good job on a subject that is a favorite of mine.. .way to go..what..b..iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow this is so different from anything I have read of yours. very funny. good job. Crystal