Oct 2019
I farted at Yoga,
And it wasn't a toot,
Think foghorn,
Or moose call,
A trombone salute.
The relief was enormous,
God's gift is a gas,
Who ever thought tranquility,
Would burst from my ***.
And it wasn't a toot,
Think foghorn,
Or moose call,
A trombone salute.
The relief was enormous,
God's gift is a gas,
Who ever thought tranquility,
Would burst from my ***.
