O! I went to the loo to do a number
two
Only one cubicle was vacant, the rest
they were all taken
"Looks like a full house today" I
thought to myself
Man! I was bustin' to go
As I sat there on my throne in my
cockpit all alone
There came this funny rumbling
sound from down below
And then, this fearsome volley.... a
fantastic farting
And then, a great release
As finally I dropped my bombs with
studious aplomb
O! what a relief !
"Man! ", I said to myself, " I must
lay off that Aloe Vera juice
That stuff it goes right through you "
But then, something strange, from the
cubicle right next to me
Came this other big thunderous ****
explosion
A big fat blubbery balloony one
It sounded like a tuba gone wrong
And then! And then, another one! this
one further down the line
This time a big bubble and squeaky
one
And then! yet another! a funny little
flute-ey one
Like it just squirreled out in the nick
of time
And then finally, another!!! a big Big
Bellow like from some wonky
trumpet
A real rasper, he must have thought he
was doin' the solo
Man! It was so funny, one right after
the other, you had to laugh
It was.... well, it was Gas !!!
Lucky no one struck a match
Or else it might have been... yea!
Jumpin' Jack Flash !!!
It was like listening to a whole scale of
*** notes
Such a strange symphony, these
wondrous excursions in Sound
For a moment there, it reminded me a
bit of Beethoven,
It was no celestial choir that's for sure
It was something altogether more dire,
Like something you'd hear in a
farmyard byre
The animals all gathered at the trough
It was like all the bottoms were
conversing with one another,
having a chat
Plotting a rebellion even, an uprising,
a coup d'etat
Against that other much more
celebrated Opening
That much vaunted Hole in the Face,
the Mouth!
That puffed up preening Prima Donna
with his preposterous outpourings
His Monstrous, pompous inflated Self-
importance
Sitting up there stuffing himself and
forever spouting nonsense
"Sure, we do all the work down here",
the Bottoms were saying, " and we
talk a lot more sense as well"
They posed the question "Can a Bottom speak more Truth than a
Mouth ?"
These defiant derrieres, these proud
posteriors
With their proud exultations
Sticking a firm ******* up at that so-called world of respectability up
there
That world of petrified good manners
Suffocating! Oppressing! with its
stifling mores and traditions
Yea!....for sure, the rebel Masses, they
were just a bunch of Bad *****.
O! the air it was blue just like Pepe Le
Pew
I could have sworn I seen a big blue
gaseous cloud ascending
Heading up toward the ceiling
Like a great Cloud of Unknowing
except with a bit more foreboding
Reminded me of William Wordsworth
& his lonely cloud a-wandering
But then I thought, did Wordsworth,
Shelley or Keats ever write
An Ode to His **** ?
Was it too dark a side to show, too
dark a place to go
The Dark Side of the Back Side
The Dark Side... of the Moon.
Pepe! Pepe Le Pew, that old Don Juan,
Casanova of the old cartoons
It was then, my Love, it was then I
thought of you
I smiled and said to myself"I know
what I'll do
I'll blow out another sweet blue
raspberry one just for you....
Oh yea!....that one was lovely, that one
was true
I think that one had your name
written on it
O! I do".
And now as Pepe might say " Adieu! adieu!.....Sweet, sweet Adieu! ".
Ende
This is really lowering the tone. 'Bout time I wrote a real stinker, this one stonks to high heavens, it probably won't go into the stratosphere but it'll certainly go into the Ozone layer By the way the "Moon' bit, to moon someone as a verb means to show your bottom to them. Also Apologies to Beethoven, man was a genius apparently. - By the way, Does my *** look big in this???
