Bobby McGill just can't stop farting
(Just making this one as I go...)
Down by the sea just over the hill,
There lives an old man called Bobby McGill.
He has no wife, he has no kids,
And he makes a living selling crabs and squids.
He gets up for work at the break of dawn,
Now you may think there is nothing wrong.
But even as the waves are doing their parting,
Bobby McGill just can't stop farting.
And he farts through dawn right up to dusk,
The people say he has a pecular musk.
And so would you if you couldn't hold in a fart.
And they came out your bottom with the force of a blow-dart.
Bobby's had this problem since he was young,
He always had a really whiffy bum.
The wind in his belly just had nowhere to go,
And soon there was an overflow.
And you may well see, old Bobby squeeze,
Friends say the smell is like egg and cheese.
And it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't so startling,
That Bobby McGill just can't stop farting.
And out in the sun he gets no work done,
As he has to pause to tend to his bum.
It's not windy to day, but it's sure windy 'round here,
And the wind is coming from Bobby's rear.
And the multiples, do hold their noses,
As his cheeks part like the sea, just like Moses.
"Mommy he smells", That man is stinking",
Some don't say it, but Bobby knows what they're thinking.
And a woman gets a full gust through her hair,
As she walks on by on her way to the fair.
Then dizzily she falls, collapsing.
"Omg I think he's prolapsing".
And a human egg flys through the sky,
And thud's off the face of a passer-by.
And another one slips on a putrid stool,
And he land's with a splat looking like a fool.
"Keep your distance!" Shout's a law enforcer.
The closer you get, the fart's get more coarser".
This happens a lot, just keep out of his way,
Or you'll be sniffing raw egg for the rest of the day.
Well another day ends and Bobby heads for bed,
He's really tired and his bums all red.
And yours would be too if your cheeks kept parting,
Because you had a problem - You couldn't stop farting.
Jan 13, 2009 @ 00:32:22
