After we both did the shoulder press,
Something happened that you can only guess.
My friend let it rip and unleashed the poisonous gas,
Not from a container but from his ass.
What an awful smell!
Something like the depths of hell.
As it was silent yet deadly, at first I thought it was brimstone,
Then, however, he stifled a moan.
When asked about the smell,
All my buddy could tell,
Was that it smelt like doggy doo,
And where it was from he had no clue.
But keep in mind that he is only a human like me and you,
What he did we all do.
Better out than in I like to say,
But silent ones do indeed slay.
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Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
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Ha ha, ha!!! ROTFL!!!
Made me chuckle, thank you! Good rhythm 😁
You guys and the fart jokes. I never get why the kids enjoy them so much, they just nasty, ewwwww! Good one Sid. Everything needs a poem. 🤣😂🥰
Rather long-winded and full of hot air, but I'm glad you released this and gave it some air.