I was all gassed up,
I have to say.
Something I ate
made me that way.
I was resting on my motor
When it started.
I looked all around,
Before I farted.
No one was around
That I could see.
I thought I was alone
And could fart free
But just as I let
A long, loud one go.
A young man walked up,
Wouldn't you know?
He came to me,
Holding his nose
Said, "It takes a special man
To let one of those."
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a humorous poem about your job. It can be any job, but it has to rhyme. |
Author Notes
I was sitting on my police motorcycle when this happened. Seems at times like this, we
are never quite alone.
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