You say it’s Warmth to Comfort me
As we lay down in our bed
at first you don’t hear a peep.........
I am just about to fall asleep,
You blow a fart…..
You say it is good for your heart,
You blow another......
I say, this has been gross
from the start......
You say, it gives your stomach
the ease it needs……
you say, it 's warmth for our bed
on this wintry night.......
I say, that is not right to stink me out …
Your freaking me out.....
It suffocates me......
This doesn’t please Me …….
You think its funny.....
As, you laugh on you behalf….
I say what is true to you......
You need some glue.... Your such a shrew ……
I need a tissue to wipe my tears
from falling from the fumes that,
I have consumed...........
You tell me not to be mad.....
It’s warmth to comfort me…….
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