Gas Poem by Phil Soar

Gas



The gas from my rear end
Is really not my friend
It smells like I have eaten something off
And the resulting cloud it forms
Has been like a crazy storm
And made a few of my friends start to cough

Thursday, November 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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