Farts

poem by: Andrew Shepherd
Written on Feb 11, 2019 

‘Did you hear that one this morning?’, she asked
‘Im afraid I didn’t’, was my reply
‘It was loud, and screaming and almost spoke’, she said
‘What do I work with’, I thought with a sigh
I thought her disgusting and completely unlady like
And really quite offensively crude
Why broadcast such a thing on the office floor
To me, the worlds worst prude
All day I felt repulsed and shocked 
How a female had so much let me down
To reveal such an vile and imitate act
Was unforgivable and left me with a frown
So imagine my guilt the very next day
When she told me the same thing again 
Only this time she believed it to be our boss
From inside his car when she scarpered past in the miserable rain

 

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Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 11, 2019 at 12:09pm
Hahaha.....better OUT!....than in........💨

 

 

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