Johnny Bends to Give Bonnie Flowers and Farts Ron AI

Oh, My Fart

They say that fart congestion,

Is on the rise.

Destined to bring the fart,

To an early demise.

Probably due to fast and,

Highly prosperous eats,

Designed to clog the fart,

And its pounding beats.

But it's affairs of the fart,

Are probably the cursed,

Stress of those relationships,

Can make the fart burst.

A leaking fart is the worst,

It may be necessary to bare. 

If the correction doesn't take,

Some fart spotting there.

Take care of your fart,

Get it on the right track,

You might lose her,

With another fart attack.

Be silent, oh my fart.

Copyright 2026 © Ronald W. Hull

3/19/26

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