Why am I so damn gassy?
Clouds are plumming out my assy.
These stinky gale force winds…
Reek like thousand-year-old bins.
They’re pouring out like rain and hail.
And creating lingering chemtrails.
So I pay a visit to my old friend…
The bowl joined to the s-bend.
I blast out a few deafening puffs.
The water becomes choppy and rough.
Then with a gigantic POO-TOOHEY…
Out shoots a brown boulder so gooey.
This nasty rock of monstrous girth…
Is the source of the gas I did birth!