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Dilemma of a Fart

Dilemma of a Fart

“The meek humble gush of wind felt ambitiously nervous,
No one wants to own me”;it appealed, do they not understand my purpose??
I was conceived inside your gut, there is no reason to mask,
Who farted ??   is a question you shouldnt anymore ask. 
Why do you feel embarrassed of me dear one?
My purpose is to relieve you, selfish motive I have none. 
I felt flabbergasted when you got relief from bloating and pain,
You uncomfortably accept me, whats the reason main?
I am a byproduct of what you feasted the night before,
And Mother natures call when in your duct you felt sore.
I advise you to be hasty next  time for us both to be free, 
My dilemma remains, I am yours and you still dont want to  accept me.
I will be by your side you can choose to ignore me,
The trick lies in healthy eating in order to be predominantly fart free.”

 

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Terry Kay

I love to laugh and this poem did it for me! How creative..... Terry Kay

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Jerry J

This is sooo funny!  Reminds me of years ago when my Husband blamed the dog..(ha!  Ha)

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Charu Shaawd

Hehe.. thats the dilemma
noone wants to own it lol. 

Love n peace ?
 

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