Playfully spreading my **** cheeks apart
gracefully heading, my **** shrieks a ****
blasting two ***-**** dwelling fleas
with great ease in a methane breeze
as one looks at the other and decrees
“that was no sneeze!
Yo, those come in threes
behold, he is about to squeeze!”
Once again the vapors did sneak
a squirting of fudge - a smidge did leak
hurtling my wee friends in a brown streak.

I walked up my tower to the shower
with sphincter propulsion power
to rid myself of this repulsion, so sour.
Water and soap I did slather
to build a foaming bubbly lather
into which I gurgled more **** blather
to rinse, helping those suds scatter.

No matter what your class
you enjoy being crass
with your ***
when you pass
that gas.

Jeffrey Schmitz 1/4/20