My hearty farties
On mornings after
parties
My belly inflated
like a balloon
Emptying itself
into a typhoon!
Snacks, burgers and
potato chips
Soft drinks, pizzas
and cakes chocolate-dipped,
All pass out of my
lovely-lovely bosom
But unlike last
night, this time they smell somewhat gruesome
Poo!, Phish!, Phat! Pat! Ploo! Pshunn!
They sound like
megaton
But no matter how poor
they smell,
they bring me utter
relief, once done!
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