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Pooetry

Letting Slip

Have you ever thought that the coast was clear…
So you decide to drop flatus from your rear?

Then you let loose a mighty trump.
Only to find you soiled your rump!

And you try to casually go to the throne…
Trying to keep your dirty secret unknown.

But when you get to the door…
It’s locked and something rolls onto the floor!

You grab a paper towel and blame it on the cat!
Trying to hide the mess which you just shat!

Only to fail and get looks of disgust and scorn…
Because when you picked it up you didn’t see the corn!

Whether this tale is true I’ll leave you to decide…
Don’t trust a fart… you could get a wet surprise!

Pure Pooetry

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