Mule

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My Uncle had a mule,
that was known to drool,

Big and stocky
that he named Rocky.

But bless his heart...
that mule could fart.

We would call him a Jack ass
everytime that mule passed gas.

Now pulling wagons was his job.
Rocky's head would bob and bob.

But when he farted, Oh My god.
My eyes would water and I'd almost sob.

We fed him gas-ex
just for a test.

But nothing helped when...
that mule passed wind.

Rocky's a good name, but some times I'm thinking...
they should have named him, always stinking!