PAUL COLVIN

Rookie - 46 Points (31/01/1954 / GLASGOW)

The Fart. - Poem by PAUL COLVIN

We see this coarse or vile and give it other names
But when it gets right down to it, it’s all the bloody same
Did you blow off, or trump, the smell will let you know
Did you let one off or let one rip or did you let one go
Some people can play tunes with them, they say it is an art
They’re all the same with different names, it’s still a bloody fart!


Comments about The Fart. by PAUL COLVIN

  • Jacqui BroadJacqui Broad (10/19/2011 11:00:00 AM)

    Magnificent! I hope you laughed as hard writing it as I am reading it! (Report)Reply

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  • Shadow Girl (10/14/2011 5:35:00 AM)

    LOL...haha..well unique, original topic to say the least! ! ! Quite a contrast from the last war poem i read from you...very witty all the same..made me laugh. =P (Report)Reply

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  • Stefanie Fontker (10/13/2011 5:01:00 PM)

    Haha! Funny stuff, Paul. Great wit, you're right, a fart is a fart, call it what you may! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 13, 2011



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