My stomach is a’rumbling
But I’m stuck here in the car
We’re out in the middle of nowhere
The next bathroom’s pretty far
My forehead is a’sweating
My insides sure do ache
I’d feel better if I farted
But that’s a risk I just can’t take
Cause something might start running
Down the insides of my jeans
So I guess I’ll have to bear it
And swear off Grandma’s beans
6 comments:
is this the sort of stuff that takes up room in your 'real' writing?
"BEANO!" screamed the pharmacist
As loud as he could yell.
Right down aisle seven, next to Tums and Citracel.
Take this stuff beFORE you eat those gassy foods like beans.
You won't have to worry 'bout stuff leaking through your jeans.
Wow, and a bonus poem in the comments, too!
After reading your second (or is it third?)selection of squirtful poetry, Murph, I am wondering if you should make an appointment to see a Gastroenterologist.
I may have to email Debra Schubert about this one. I'd hate for her to miss it.
I bet you are the coolest second grade teacher
EVER.
Audience participation. Nice.
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