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Holding The Fart

Sat in an ordered room,
The clock reading ten to noon,
I tap my pencil impatiently,
Observing the paper before me.

I'm bored and tired,
My brain unwired,
When suddenly I feel it,
Building gradually in my pit.

An urge to fart,
And let my cheeks grow apart,
Feel the wind down my leg,
Just to let the gas shed.

I try to hold it tight,
Trying hard with all my might,
I muster all my strength,
Feeling my bum clench.

A minute to the hour,
The urge to fart is dyer,
Eager to leave the exam,
And let my fart fan.

Jomacandtosh

@Jomacandtosh

Jo Mac

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How Did the fa,,,, exam go?

It was... Refreshing

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