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
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