The Poor Underpants Poem by john joe lyng
The Poor Underpants
Did you ever fart and give it a sniff
When all you would get is a horrible whiff
Well i did and i started to think
About how a fart could become so stink
And i have to say i did conclude
That our farts are smellier with certain types of food
For me it has to be anything with curry
It bursts out of my hole smelling like slurry
But i ask you to think about the poor under pants
With the flatulence it doesn't stand a chance
Imagine it was a person living a life filled with fear
Wondering whats coming next from your nuclear rear
If it was me id be in pain and probably gone insane
Cause all i would be thinking is what if the fart leaves a skid stain
And then if the person decides to sit down
Id say good bye to ye all cause in brown i would drown
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4/24/2024 3:28:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
oh boy....never thought soemone could write a poem about this subject...lol....