You can fart on me in bed
I don’t mind one bit
Just be mindful
That you don’t accidently
Take a shit
You can fart on me in bed
I don’t mind one bit
Just be mindful
That you don’t accidently
Take a shit
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WOOF! And scene.
You should have a poetry only page. This is so touching.
Poop related topics often are.
Also, please note who your two likes are from. We are classy sparkling fart princesses.
That we are ::waves majestic scepter and disappears into the mist::
Majestic scepter UMBRELLA!
I don’t know what’s happening here….
A classic. Like many great poets, you have managed to immortalize your fear that your love may poop the bed. Well done, sir. Well done.
Don’t poop the bed!
That was moving! I love the simplicity of this.
Ooooo…don’t say ‘moving’…..
*snorts tea all over laptop*
Thanks for that! 😀
You’re welcome….tea snorter.
The best way to start the day… besides a good fart 🙂
🙂
When you’re married, that’s what love is all about.
Love means never having to hide a fart. Especially if it’s a funny one.
Love means having farting contests.
I know just know who to suggest this too.
Finally. Poetry I get.
Finally. Poetry I can write.
🙂
Dear Chris,
What is it with boys and farting….or sharting…or whatever.
My daughter and I are outnumbered by boys in this family that find the whole subject FASCINATING.
Gah!
But …I DID laugh.
So.
There ya go.
🙂
Lis
Excellent! Learn to love the fart! You can’t escape it!