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Originally Posted by Iowanian
A young man with special needs
visits me on friday mornings.
But his last 3 trips to see me
should have come with a warning.
We talk about life and women,
and share a couple jokes.
but lately that boy's farting
makes me gag and choke.
The crapper in my office
is about 10 feet away
and lately when he's leaving
he decides to drop in to play.
I must admire his effort
as he talks himself through the trial,
but then he doesn't flush and leaves
and man that crap is vile.
I'm not sure what gets me more;
the devils tower of duke,
or leaving the bathroom door open
that makes me want to puke.
His visits make me happy
I relearn topics I've forgotten
but glade doesnt' make a fragrance
to tame that feller's rotten.
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