Saviodsilva


Pete Graf
Poem

Random Thoughts on Passing Gas

Farts are our friends.....immediate ease;
They're sort of like a rectal sneeze.
Lightning's a meterological wonder,
But angel farts produces thunder.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away,
But a bowl of beans keeps the world at bay.
Gas passed in silence is an expartee;
Who's the farter, and who's the fartee?

Dinosaur farts were damn distinct;
That's what made 'em become ex-stinked.
Anarctic penquins are cool because
Their farts don't smell until they thaws.
You now have my views, and nothing more
On this flatulent Flag Day, '94.

Pete Graf


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