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Fart Party

Fart Party


Marvin yelled, “Let’s get the party started”
He walked into the room and then he farted
The room exploded with a turbulent gas
Marvin passed from the cheeks of his ass
To the detriment of all his neighbors
That caught a whiff of the smelly vapors
Filling the air with the scent of feces
When Marvin squeezed out the proverbial cheeses
Nothing mild about this juicy toot
Marvin unknowingly crapped in his boot
Leaving behind molten lava soft and creamy
With bits of corn and feral salami
While standing there in his party suit
Holding his own literal crapshoot
Obnoxious odors ferreted the wind as he expelled
Marvin’s flatulence was unparalleled
All conversations were quickly quelled
As the partygoers sniffed and smelled
“Who invited him?” they all gave a shriek
Such foul fumes made them all freak
Away Marvin and his menacing farts sneaked
With his boxer shorts now brown and streaked


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