I think I'm in love
With a guy called Jeff
For like my little self
With farts he's truly blessed
I met him in a club
Called Club Trumpocana
Our duetting farts
Caused a dance floor drama
That's when I knew
That he was the one
We were alone, together
Our farts, made people run
Maybe we will marry?
From him I cannot part
The vicar will announce
Until death do you both fart
Our friends will cheer
Our family will jump
We will smile sweetly
Then promptly trump
Oh I can see it all
My Jeff and little me
Always as one
From here to fartinity!!
Β©Kim Brown 14th January 2013
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