Why So Gassy?

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!

Pure Pooetry

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