A poem about sharts

Shart, so much wetter than a fart

I thought I could trust my asshole, turns out I couldn't

I ripped a fat one thinking it was just air, until I felt poo in my rear

Had to leave class, liquid bricks dripping from my ass

Shouldn't have pressed so hard for I am now scarred

The smell was horrible, I nearly fainted

My minecraft boxers are now painted 

Shit, that Taco Bell from last night really hit.

Linda Kaijansinkko 4.5.2024