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Bean Farts

By Barb Davidson

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Bubble, bubble I go, Not ladylike I know, Wind in the alley, Not feeling too pally. Brewing in me, A tornado you see, I stand on my own, In case I do blow, The bean burger I ate, And lentil soup late, Are brewing inside, This fact I can’t hide, I must run now you see, I don’t want a pee, But if I fart in the street, I’ll jump twenty feet. Don’t light a match, I’m fond of my thatch, Beans are great fun, But not for your bum……Sorry..couldn't resist this...i've just been talking bowels!!! Written April 14th, 2002 © on Apr 14 2002 02:14 AM PST    0 • 14

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