Most Rhyming Poetry Ever Written

Life is farting while I’m mowing

Queif and burp a symphony

Let the wind in grass a’growing

Blow like farts all over me.

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Poems and cats are fornicating

Oddly distant in the past

While the things are complicating

The things I sing about my gas.

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These things, the things I sing,

Ring and jingle, tingling

Whipping, hissing, snapping, popping,

Piping like a Russian King.

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And in the end, the world, alas,

Rides like skid stains on my ass.

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