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	Poetry Soup, soup, makes you poop, Down your leg, and in your boot, It won’t stop, until it flows, Around your foot, and through your toes. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry When you’re at, the urinal stall, Put your head, against the wall, So when you ****, you do not fall, You wouldn’t want to, dunk your balls. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Beans, beans, are good for your heart, The more you eat, the more you fart, The more you fart, the better you feel, So eat your beans at every meal. Beans, beans, the musical fruit, The more you eat, the more you toot. The more you toot, the more you smell So choke on them, and fart in hell Fart, Fart the beans are calling, must be the ones i ate this morning, went to the bog and missed the pan by a mile, sorry mum i didn’t mean it, here’s a mop now go and clean it, that’s what you get for eating heinz baked beans!! (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Here I sit, broken hearted, Paid a dime, and only farted, Straining hard, my cheeks are parted, I never should have even started. From the can, you’ll here my rants, As I squirm, and do the dance, Cause yesterday, I took a chance, Saved a dime, but **** my pants. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Restrooms and loo’s, are some of the names But the intent and the use, are always the same Crapper and ****ter, are just some of the slang Not just to do business, but to gossip and hang So appreciate the places, everyone must go To relieve the inner pressures, and let it all flow. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry The love of my life, is not my dear wife, But a toilet with flush, and extra thick pipes. To take all my crap, without a mouth flap, And when it acts up, I can shut off its tap. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Round and round it goes, This is how it flows, Through your colon, And out your sphincter, Hey look at that, It’s a sinker. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry A fart can be quiet, A fart can be loud, Some leave a powerful, Poisonous cloud. A fart can be short, Or a fart can be long, Some farts have been known, To sound just like a song. Some farts do not smell, While others are vile, A fart may pbum quickly, Or linger awhile. A fart can create A most-curious medley, A fart can be harmless, Or silent, but deadly. A fart can occur In a number of places, And leave everyone With strange looks on their faces. From wide-open prairies, To small elevators, A fart will find all of us Sooner or later. So be not afraid Of the invisible gas, For always remember, That farts, too, shall pbum. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Roses are red, Violets are blue Your farts smell like, two week old poo. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Roses are red, Violets are green Try sitting instead, you spray when you’re peein’ (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Roses are red, Violets are blue I’m sure it’s been said, that your farts are not few (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Roses are red, Violets are blue The dog took a crap, in your favorite new shoes (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Roses are black, and may represent death, I can’t stand the stench, am on my last breath. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Roses are red, and have thorns that can cut, So don’t ever use them, to wipe your bare bum. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Roses are red, and they smell pretty too, but not when they grow, in big piles of poo. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Roses are pink, toilets can stink, The pipes are all plugged, gotta **** in the sink. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Roses are red, toilets are white, I’m forcing it out, with all of my might. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Roses are red, Violets are blue, A perv in an outhouse, gets a ****ty rear view. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry The roses are dead, the warnings are true, That god awful stench, must have come outta you. (view post)	03/17/2008
	Poetry Roses are red, to freshen the loo, To cover the stench, in the mall restroom. (view post)	03/17/2008

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