I woke up this morning
in bed there I lay;
so much pleasure derived
from first fart of the day.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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After a night of wenchin
he finally let go the tension
it stank like no other
from under the covers
his fart hung in suspension
Cor blimey M.E. you must be younger than I thought because for an old fogey like me the first morning pleasure is to acknowledge and relieve my prostate's importuning demands for a pee.
Nice one, is that picture a "scratch and sniff" type?
Haha! Relief! Lovely artwork.
Hhhmmm - a smelly read Mike but what fantastic artwork.
Fun write Michael.
Andy
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