04-12-2019, 11:55 AM
a farting poem
"to rip or not to rip?"
I asked the Vicar while sipping
earl grey and camomile.
He gave a smile as i mopped up;
the spillage from talking and drinking
as ubiquitous as God, only wetter.
The holy chap pondered,
dabbed a napkin on his right his brow,
leaned sideways and
PHrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtTT
"That's better" he said "I prefer to rip"
The dog resting under putrid chair
put paws on head and softly whimpered.
"to rip or not to rip?"
I asked the Vicar while sipping
earl grey and camomile.
He gave a smile as i mopped up;
the spillage from talking and drinking
as ubiquitous as God, only wetter.
The holy chap pondered,
dabbed a napkin on his right his brow,
leaned sideways and
PHrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtTT
"That's better" he said "I prefer to rip"
The dog resting under putrid chair
put paws on head and softly whimpered.