The Gas

poem by: Allan P Stevens
Written on Nov 21, 2017

As I lay on the couch the pressure was felt
To suddenly let rip, man it sure smelt
The dog moved away as the odour did rise
So I opened the window and let it outside
About the same time an old friend did call
I felt so ashamed I hid behind the door
Did not let her in on account of the stink
I was worried about what she might think
A little while later the pressure was back
To let out another from my rear crack
Too late did I realise that I needed a poop
Sure in trouble when I followed through
Ran to the bathroom holding my arse
Once over fifty you can’t trust a fart
When this happens you feel such a twit
Having to wash undies covered in shit


Tags: Humor, Rhyme,


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