MAKING AN ARSE OF MYSELF
My arse and me,Have this comradery.
It doesn't care about race,
Although sometimes it,
Can blow up in your face.
It's much brighter than you think,
Never get on it's wrong side.
Or talk down to it,
Cause it can create quite a stink.
When it starts to talk,
Most people leave the room.
I'm often asked to put a Cork in it,
Or the handle of a broom.
That way I would stop farting,
While I sweep the floor.
My stomach growled so much,
Once, I blew off the handles of the door.
Cracking all the windows,
In our super store.
For some strange reason,
I'm not allowed in there anymore.
I've become a hit with the ladies,
When I'm out in my rowing boat.
I stick my arse in the water,
And turn it into a speedboat.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-09-18 at 01:24
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