Who Let The Beans Out?

 

 Never trust a fart

The man salute that goes toot toot or maybe a squeeker or silent but deadly,
Who doesn't like the Cheesy whiff of yer own brand?
But a blast on the ass trumpet can often feel grand,

A barking spider from under the chair,
A backdoor breeze leaving it's gravy mark there,
We've all done a crowd splitter and blamed someone else,
As the air biscuit spreads we join in with the yells,

Who Fired off a stink torpedo?
That smell just blew me away,
Do you live off eggs and onions?
Cos that beefer just ruined my day.



                                                 ~ Old Knudsen