The Flatulent Flower

This is a poem about a girl who keeps had an accident

In the years of Dwight D. Eisenhower,
There was a girl who was very pretnetious
Oh how the kids would cower
Because how mean spirited this young wench was.

Oh how she used to bully and pick
Kids called her the Devil
And complain that she made them sick.
But they could not do anything, lest get pummelled.

However one day a little boy
Found a flower in a field
And in that field was soy.
And the day was cold and chilled.

He ran to the mean witch
Who was his sister at the time
And presented her with the tricket
Which she sniffed on a dime.

As soon as the pollen reached her nostriles
She felt a rumble in her tummy,
Then her bowls began to grumble
And then she cried out "MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".

It seems that she had let out a deuce
Which left a pretty nasty stain
Then the kids let loose
A laughter that sounded like a train.

The mean girl began to bawl
As all the kids that she hurt
Began to laugh and maul
At the little red riding jerk

I guess the moral of this story is
That every fart may be the big one
Bring an extra pair of pants
And remember to wipe after you are done.