Works Of Art
By Jhai
If I am mad they come out red Smell them and you'll wish you're dead. If I'm deep in thought about you They come out misty midnight blue. If I'm feeling mellow Airborne mass of pastel yellow. Looking for trouble, when I feel mean They give me away by going green. Sometimes they leave a pretty pink But watchout! Those really stink! Rainbow hued puffs of air Breathe those in if you dare. Those are the ones that smell like roses Following me all kinds of noses. Mine are never SBD I always set them free. Never a doubt when I'm around. It's been said my escaping farts, are truely magnificient works of art! K5-14-99, Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 02:59 AM PST 18 • 0 • 14
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"If I am mad they come out red..."