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The Xmas Dinner

The Xmas dinner had barely started
When Tyler grinned, and then he farted
Then Tyler slyly looked around
To see if someone heard the sound
If the sound was heard, it's hard to tell
But it was plain to see, who smelled the smell
Noses twitched, and sniffed the air
At the little smell that lingered there
The wives all started pointing fingers
Blaming their husbands for the smell that lingers
Tyler laughed, he knew who did it
But he knew he better not admit it
For breaking wind at a Xmas feast
Is frowned upon, to say the least
Soon the air was cleared by a little breeze
So Tyler grinned, and cut the cheese

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