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The Public Fart
It's really an art Releasing a fart Especially in public places. You know you can tell If they’ve caught the smell By looks that are on people’s faces. Their noses will twitch As if there’s an itch And their eyes may then open quite wide. They may glance around Or look at the ground As they search for whatever has died. Some may raise a hand Pretending they’d planned To fan at the air near their noses. Yet others may cough In hopes to fend off The smell as your fart decomposes. With watery eyes They may then surmise That some person has caused that bouquet. They haven’t a clue That it was all YOU! Just keep "moving on" and walk away. rhyme: aab rhythm: 5-5-9 ** #1196533 Not An Image **
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