- Erotic Poetry
- His Farts
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His farts are a wicked affair,
that tend to curl the hair,
and bring tears to the eyes,
of all around him.
They're deep, resonant and loud,
appear as a gaseous cloud,
killing spiders, gnats and flies,
buzzing around him.
They're brazen, bad and bold,
spreading misery untold,
killing bacteria, virus and mold,
all around him.
They're a strong brew of infusion,
causing dizziness and confusion,
a flatulent intrusion,
on those around him.
They're an eruptive, disruptive disaster,
and there's nothing nastier,
then when they foul the air,
all around him.
They've a fire and brimstone smell,
straight from the commodes of hell,
and Satan will never find,
one around him.
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