PAUL COLVIN - The Fart.

We see this coarse or vile and give it other names
But when it gets right down to it, it’s all the bloody same
Did you blow off, or trump, the smell will let you know
Did you let one off or let one rip or did you let one go
Some people can play tunes with them, they say it is an art
They’re all the same with different names, it’s still a bloody fart!

PAUL COLVIN

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