The Bad LunchA Poem by Chris Yip
Everyone has e experience at least once
I sat next to the Boss's wife at lunch,
It turned out to be more than a hunch.
Her rumblings abdominal,
were truly phenomenal,
and everyone thought it was me!
I ate too much of the fish,
It turn out to be a fishy dish,
My stomach started to churn,
I couldn't wait my turn,
And so my anus started to burn!
The toilet was too far away,
And I had no other way,
My farting was extraordinary,
And I tried to be ordinary,
But everyone knew it was me!
© 2012 Chris Yip
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Last Updated on January 29, 2012
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