Shit-Storm

There was a part from the start, she didn’t dart nor got smart, I was a fart in the whirlwind and she was guilty of being a good friend but only if she remained uphill from my shit battles!

I met a girl that changed my world, her love didn’t depend on or pretend, She knew the scent from my descent and she agreed to be my wife but only if she was allowed to deodorize my life battles!

Happily Married!