Poetry

My child has toots that reek.
Especially when they sneak.
Up on me so fast.
That smelly, smelly gas.
It's a mother-fudging odorous feat.

The End.


















P.S. We're now 110 hours with no poo. Pray for me.
P.P.S. The cheeseburger from last night does not seem to have caused any major pain.