COMEDY Poem: An Ode to the Commode, by Jay Wilford

When, pray tell us a fart not a fart?
Not the dusty and dry type
That rip you apart
Nor the silent emissions
That clear out a room
Or an elder’s eruption
That presages doom
A fart’s not a fart as you know my dear man
When upon it’s completion, you run for the can.

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