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He's the only one to fart in a jar
How utterly and totally bizarre
his pin point accuracy was second to none
I guess he was a bit of hero in a way
'cause he was saving the world
from global warming, they say
He use to like his farts in a jar
He'd wrestle that lid till it was on
No farts ever got otta that jar
One day he freed those farts in a jar
to a school boy who called him names
He gift wrapped that jar full of farts
The boy who called him names from afar
was overwhelmed by this gift that felt like a jar
The boy apologised for being a lark
But the boy didn't know what was in this gifted jar
if he did, he would have thrown it across the park
The boy now gently unwrapped this jar
The boy took a deep breathe and smiled
at his new friend who stood back a mile
Pop! went the jar lid and the boy nearly died
The boy's feet were now unsteady and his
head was now dizzy after catching a wiff
of 6 months worth of farts stored in his jar
This boy was so angry, he said from afar:
"I'll have ya, I'll go the big biff!"
But all the boy could do was sniff and itch
The boy's nostrils were now burning
as he cried out: "Don't light that match!"
or you'll fire me off in a blink and a crash!"
Steve Goldsmith © Copyright 2010
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