I can fart for fifteen seconds
With moist gurgles or without
And play almost two octaves
With my gaseous booty shout.
“That’s great,” said Mr. CEO
But they gave the job away
To somebody whose farts cannot
Be heard three miles away.
I can fart for fifteen seconds
With moist gurgles or without
And play almost two octaves
With my gaseous booty shout.
“That’s great,” said Mr. CEO
But they gave the job away
To somebody whose farts cannot
Be heard three miles away.
Filed under Poems
I interviewed a guy today
Who seemed a classy man;
A graduate from Harvard
Who served in Afghanistan,
An ally to the homeless
Who kept them clothed and fed.
He was well-prepared, as well as
Well-dressed and well-read.
The only box that wasn’t checked
For this supreme go-getter
Was when he said “the warm side
Of the pillow feels better.”