Post by DavidMc on Apr 27, 2007 10:53:12 GMT -6
I’m constantly blowing a strong wind
My Doctor believes it’s a dietary thing,
From eating too much fiber and beans
I should feast on more flesh, cut down the greens
Im a social pariah that is shunned by the masses,
Though can earn a fair penny taking flatulence classes;
And what high dudgeon that tableau arouses,
As a brass band tunes up in the seats of our trousers!
(Just don’t strike a match in the sphere of our arses)
I’m constantly blowing a strong wind
My analyst thinks it’s a subconscious thing,
We West Europeans are such complex fellows,
He thinks my ma was a sail that mated a bellows!
like those lonely tall towers perched on the cliffs,
The thicker the mist the more exotic the riffs;
I blow a strong wind for the poet and sailor,
Cock my arse at storm damage
And send the bill to the tailor.
27/04/07
