Posted by fascinatorium on January 30, 2014 in Bodily functions, General frolic, Olfactory awesomeness, Poetry | 4 Comments
It’s as if you are channeling the ancient art of kabuki through this haiku.
Of love Unrequited
You Smellt it
You Dealt it
Farting in the morn
Ribald and precursive to acts of prostitution? Well, it is Friday…
Who says it was unrequited?
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