• The Fart

    With anxiety abound I entered the room, A fair face I held but I was beginning to swoon
    The meeting was long, and with every taken breath, I knew sooner or later I was going to release living hell
    Munchies were brought in to help us pull through, chips and hot salsa and I was hungry to boot
    I gave in to hunger the salsa did fly, I answered asked questions with a squinted right eye... more »