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Something's Wrong With My Son
Something's wrong with my son
he stinks so very bad,
he lets one rip out loud
I think it's rather sad.
Everyone goes a runnin'
'cause they can't handle the stink,
the air can't be cut with a knife
it makes all of our noses shrink.
He burps out one end
and farts out of the other,
"Please say excuse me
when you fart in front of your mother."
He thinks it so funny
'cause he knows he can clear a room,
I can't even spray anything
that smells of sweet perfume.
The stink from his butt takes over
you can run, but you can't hide,
we should all wear clothes pins
because the stench, can never be denied.
He may seem like he's a pig
but, boys do tend to do that,
steer clear of his stinky end
enter a room, fully clothed for combat.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
July.26/2008
He does say excuse me, but my gawd, does he stink. LOL
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