Christopher Scott Poems

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The Fart

With anxiety abound I entered the room, A fair face I held but I was beginning to swoon
The meeting was long, and with every taken breath, I knew sooner or later I was going to release living hell
Munchies were brought in to help us pull through, chips and hot salsa and I was hungry to boot
I gave in to hunger the salsa did fly, I answered asked questions with a squinted right eye
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