Blowing Off Steam…
That’s what I am doing alright,
If I don’t I can’t feel just right,
So I must thru a special write,
Herein I do so, with all due religious rites…
Steam I seem to have plenty,
More so hot air between my ears,
Feels though I have so many pounds, like twenty,
Of some sort of gaseous anomaly inside my butt,
In other words, what did crawl up inside of me and die?
Even Rufuz’ farts are not that rank,
Oxygen and fire don’t mix, neither do fire and me,
I cannot believe it but I can almost actually see,
What does come out of my back end, a cloud so smelly…
Then there is the medication the doctor did give,
Geez it makes me feel just like a leaky sieve,
If it ain’t coming out the rear, I seem to be smelling out my pores,
Take a shower, then in an hour, I seem to be needing another,
Seems these wonderful smells are coming right up from the center, yes my cores…
© ed – 6/30/04
Love Tinka
Are you eating the onions,Mr Rose?Me thinks you must be.
You are sssoooooooo funny.
Best wishes
from
kay.
Carol
You may have recently been visited in the middle of the night; by a member of SPLAT. Just found out through our BUG Network, that many of their members not only splat tons of bugs, they then sneak into people's houses - and merrily insert the splattered buggy remains - you know where - causing all sorts of problems - if you know what I mean.
They are very nasty people, Ed. Especially their leader; BEE CAREFUL!