Internal Combustion…
Busted are our internals,
Combusted by an infernal,
Warmed up by an inferno,
Exhausted to the external,
During sleep in the nocturnal…
Thunder in the distance,
Reminds one of their existence,
The stink of combustion is created by persistence,
To hold it in we need a great deal of assistance…
Powerful though it may be,
When it does exit you cannot it see,
But the olfactory nerve does it notice,
It does not, unfortunately, have the aroma of the flower lotus…
© ed ~ 5/21/05
Ron
Rufuz, like most animals, is in the silent-but-deadly crowd, yes? Jaysus, those are bad. LOL... katy xox
You the best stinky writer around for sure!!!
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