Sunday, June 12, 2011

All the Glade in the world can't disguise
The stench that wafts from behind my thighs
It hangs in the air and begins to rise
It makes me gag, it burns my eyes
This couldn't be from that tuna surprise
Though this was unexpected, as the name implies
So as I think back, I must surmise
It must be the result of those chili cheese fries
So the gas has departed and said its goodbyes
And what's left is a smell you'll surely despise
My stomach and ass have a fair compromise
When my stomach says fart, well my asshole complies

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