Distant rumblings
From the street
He cant stop farting
Hes the elite.
Theres an underlying problem
Though medical people cant explain
As hes blowing his backside trumpet
Again and again.
He does singles
Sometimes doublers
Now and again
A rat tat tat
Its very embarrassing
Hes always ready to blow
In supermarket or car parks
He really puts on a show.
Theres never any warning
Its happens on its own
No siren or shelter
He should really stay at home.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Category: Humor
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Comments2
A fun read reminding me of the show (Blazing Saddles) of childhood fart jokes and those times in nursing homes where control is no longer important, Well done
thank you, just a bit of fun
BRAVO
glad you liked it, fancied some humour
You're welcome
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