John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 113 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

Disgusting - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

I sighed and wept, then I farted
Thinking of my dear departed,
Imagine how upset I felt
That she couldn't stand the way I smelt!
I haven't had a bath for years,
But surely that's no cause for tears?
If a man can't smell like a rotting bin
What kind of world are we living in?
I reserve the right to fart at will
And burp whenever I've had my fill!
If you don't think that this is fair
You can take your posh ideas elsewhere!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 9, 2009

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