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THE QUEEN OFF FARTS

The queen of hearts,
She sold her farts.
All on a winter's day,
She said to her butler,
When one she did cutter,
Put that jamjar away.

Thought I was off my head,
When in the newspaper
That I read.
Some lass selling farts
In a jar.
If she'd saved it for television,
She could have sold them as
Smell a vision.

Also read more she farts,
She damages her heart.
So farting made her sicker;
First person in this world,
That truly has a bum ticker.

Most seem to do,
All their farting at night,
Naturally, but not enough
To fly a kite.

Seriously though money she made,
The taxman has to be paid.
Did she put them down as taxative
Or did the taxman find her too laxative.

Would she think it a bit of a bummer,
Or to some tax haven do a runner.
So don't feel sorry for this lass,
That I wrote, l must apologize.
I didn't mean to end Up,
On such a bum note.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-01-07 at 00:37

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