Poem: Fart Butler

 

Fart Butler

Someday, when my
ship comes in,
I shall have a
fart butler.
When I desire
a fart I
shall clap my hands,
”Fetch me farts!”
The fart bulter
shall come in
and he’ll squeeze out,
“Very well.”
His gut breeze shall
come in and
I shall inhale,
well indeed.

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Sketch next to original poem.