Ain’t easy bein’ Breezy…
Fart I do, possibly more than you,
Fan it away, in your direction I do say,
Someone else must have “cut the cheese”,
Phew, what a stinky one you did, oh geez…!
Ain’t got no couth,
Never did since youth,
I herein relate the absolute truth,
If you don’t believe, figure it out if you can,
Or go out and hire yourself a sleuth detective man…
Stink bombs hold no smell as unpleasant,
Not even do skunks, or dead pheasants,
What crawled up inside and died,
The stink of farts, I do give you as a present…
Powerful though they may be,
Better they are, than no shower for me,
You can complain all you wish,
As long as it does not smell like rotting fish…
© ed ~ 9/7/04
toot, toot, the musical fruit
the more you eat the more you toot :)
you are a mess. thank you--now this is a stinky write!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. ha ha ha