Mmmm... the smell of blue cheese
as it wafts in on the breeze
When I've downed it all with style
I will have to waddle down the aisle
Now let me tell you more arcana
Then they'll typecast me as Santa
And when I have to pass some gas
A zephyr won't come out my ass
So don't dare to strike a spark
A conflagration leaves a mark
Glad I ate it before it spoiled
Although my stomach done roiled
Now to the john I go with speed
'Cause the thingamajig's what I need
What I leave's not mother of pearl
Surely it will make your toes curl
Help! I've sat in Gorilla glue
My stomach getting queasy too
Imbecile! Getting up will be so rough
Pull my hair and down falls dandruff
Grit my teeth, be brave and standup
No way, I guess I'll need a handup
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So pleased you ate it before it spoiled. Phew, Some smelly fun. Great word salad