Well what can I say, he says I'm an arse,
I just told him he was just full of air..
But we were the closest of friends and were
always found close together like pees in a pod.
"So what's the plan for today windy,
"We just going to gas? or we just breathing in silence?
"I thought you were pulling the other cheek,
But all that comes out of you is crap Hahaha.....
They were always getting each other in trouble with
one thing or another, if it wasn't butt holding wind in,
it was fart whispering in a lift. But not so silently,
more like a tiny trumpet going off for moments at a time.
There was one time were Fart was letting off as usual,
but he let just a little too much out, and in that moment
he told Butt.
"That was close, I was one fart away from a poo,
Butt couldn't contain himself and amusement turned
to horror as laughter had loosened both there grips.
And now Mr Poo who usually went diving in
the porcelain pools was now frequenting upon both.
I think I'm going to be sick said arse, Fart laughted and
then another friend of Poo's joined the party, cleanliness
was obsolete, now as it was like a food fight in close quarters.
Poo slipped out to freedom down the trouser leg and "SPLAT,
Butt and Fart, stunned by poo's lack of grace. "Could have
stayed for a while, But Fart conceded that he would have
just talked crap, like he did every time he popped out
to see his friends.
Well what could be said, a wet wipe, and Butt forgot poo
had even been there. But his odour still lingered gently on.
Fart was gassing on and butt clenched so not to
expel to much laughter.. especially in enclosed areas.
Fart was just gassing, this duo were always going
be the closest of friends.