Gasses Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Gasses
He had released a bit of gas
and felt a need to scratch his ass.
He was in public and he stank,
considered it a youthful prank.
The English have a thing that states
it's better out than in for mates.
And on a tram, to beat the static
it can be rather aromatic.
So, let us celebrate the bang
it beats the well-known hunger pang.
Foul gasses that cause misery
will fade away once they are free.
You're causing great eruptions here Herbert, perhaps you had better put the lid on it! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Before it blows! ! ! ! ! ! ! Very powerful poem! ! ! ! ! Love Ernestine XXX
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4/23/2024 1:12:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ecsquisit Herbert. The English, who treat this sort of thing in a tight-arsed manner, could not have produce an ode to the fart. Or even seen the benefit, irrespective of their 'better out than in' policy.