A Milestone in Summer
It was 6 or 7 months before she could fart in my presence
‘This is a mile stone’ I announced
‘Let’s celebrate the occasion’
And it sounded like a Cornet in triumph
And it smelled like Roses and Blueberries
I soon drifted off peacefully to a dream of nothing in particular
And when I awoke the world was full of endless possibilities
So it was true: women do fart after all.
And that we we’re in love.
Create Your Own Website With Webador