Fecal Folly

A blistering barrage of cabbage carriage.
To bacon and eggs, should never make marriage.

It results in a relentless and violent volly…
Of vulgar and fetid fecal folly.

The sputtering sprouts give a trumpeting shout.
And the southern gas explodes in a hideous bout.

Then the stench that results from this combo…
Makes you think of rancid sourdough.

So heed this warning and eat with caution.
Else you’ll be cursed with vengeful poo portions.

Pure Pooetry

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