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The Art of Farts in a Tin near Tim
Contributed by
Betty_Hapgood
on
Sunday, 4th August 2002 @ 09:14:28 PM in AEST
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Cant be bothered to even fart in a tin or on Tim
Or just Tim
I used to enjoy farting on Tim
Tim looks at me sideways,
With a look of suspicion
A look that said please, not again
He is a man, a tortured man
A man who has seen it all
He saw my best fart of a generation
Stinky, hysterical, eggy
Rotten and rancid, foul of odour
Wafting slowly towards Tim
To be born
It was that fart
Which caused the mining disaster
New York, 1941
The following year it reached Kentucky
Causing multiple pile-ups
Hurricanes and bush fires
But enough about my fart
Let me tell you about my burps
It was 1998
I looked at Tim
Tim looked scared
Or excited
Or both
I was drinking pop
Soda pop
And
Apples
Apples and soda
Give me burps
Already
Anyway, I did
A big burp
And it was
As loud
As concorde
A concorde jet
Tim went flying
Across the room
With the force
Of my monstrous burp
But oddly enough
He was cheering
More burps!
More burps! he cried
I love em
He hit the wall
And fell to the floor
And, covered in blood
He managed a weak smile
Blimey, what a
large burp, he commented
As the blood
Trickled from his lips
And ears
More! More!
But enough about
My burp
Let me tell you
About my sneezing
My sneezing is very dull
It dribbles out into my hanky
In puffs and drools
Tim is not very impressed
So I sat on him
Copyright ©
Betty_Hapgood
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2002-08-04 21:14:28]
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Re: The Art of Farts in a Tin near Tim
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by Rose on
Monday, 5th August 2002 @ 01:28:19 AM AEST
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Well, I should say this goes under humerous poetry!!! I needed a laugh, for being so down of late. Your off the wall crack up story is funny, and I needed that. Thanks....
You certainly know how to write about those things folks don't like to talk about.
good funny write... Ps, my ex shook the table at a restaurant one day, and the people behind us thought there was a truck off the highway going by!!!! oh well, life's full of surprises, including the ones we least expect from our internal organs!!!
Amber Rose :) |
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