Freds Farts - Poem by (kc) ripper
Fred’s frequent funky farts
Freaking flip me feet-side-up.
Fred often farts after a feed
Of fatty or fried foods.
Fred’s frequent funky flatulence
Follows Fred from floor to floor
From 4’ to 4’.
Like flying foxes in flight,
Fred’s filthy farts float about.
Instead of a fart Fred infrequently
Sharts which looks like a
Foaming, fluorescent formaggio on focaccia!
So if you’re ever in the vicinity of Fred,
VEER FROM HIS REAR.
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