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by TJ
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Nonsense · #2146860
This poem stinks!
When Oy was young - still courtin' Sue
if a gasser brewed, what Oy would do
was 'scuse meself, then leave tha room
ta spare me Lady from tha fumes

T'was chivalrous of me, Oy'd say
but now that Oy am olde n' grey
them tooters - they sneak up on me
n' me body's sore n' rickety

Ergo Oy say, there's naught ta gain
from suff'rin' gastrocolic pain
So 'fore da cramp's too much ta bear
Oy let 'em rip into the air

"Farewell ta chivalry", Oy say
once in me chair, well there Oy'll stay
If she don't like ta breathe me fumes
then she can leave tha bloody room!

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