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Flatulencia
Stu Pidaso
Flatulencia, my love
I want to smell your glove
Did you go near a dove?
Oh no, it's what I think
You're emitting rancid stink
From your browneye not your pink
Flatulenica ate some beans
Farted hard and filled her jeans
I must leave by any means
She used to be my girl
But her odor made me hurl
Like I rode a tilt-a-whirl
So now I date Armpittie
And she don't smell so shitty
Hope you like my ditty
Stu Pidaso has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Stu's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Stu's latest works: