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coming up trumps |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England 
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coming up trumps sharing true friendship noisily expelling gas no inhibitions Ivor G Davies The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last. It lives the full spectrum of time, the future, the present and past. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
now that is the test of true friendship...thanks for the laugh...enjoyed the write... |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England |
Glad you enjoyed it, it's such a relief when somebody does! |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
yes!  RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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Janette
since 2001-07-20
Posts 2843Chicagoland for now |
SNIFF SNIFF I hear you loud and clear. Hahahahhahahaah! always seeking joy, adventure and romance and wishing you find the same |
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sewasham Senior Member
since 2006-09-11
Posts 714Oklahoma, USA |
No truer friend this way shall pass Than he who overlooks your gas One that smiles, but never telling Of the fumes you are expelling Though tears may form and eyes may burn He calmly waits ‘til it’s his turn Then graciously returns the favor A rich aroma you can savor Then once again you must impart A sample of your gasseous art As back and forth the vapors go You pray fresh air will start to flow Your sinuses begin to clear Thanks to your buddy sitting near A volley fired, the war’s begun And as your nose begins to run Your pal gives you a smirking look From the battering your nose just took You see his eye begin to twitch As your poor nose begins to itch Then silently you make a vow You’ll win this gaseous war somehow Another shot of methane doom And people start to leave the room The smile has left your buddy’s face The two of you have cleared the place But now he must accept his fate As once again you flatulate You hit him with an SBD Through tear filled eyes he cannot see As once again you lift your leg You hear your friend begin to beg “You are the better man today!” “Let’s save some for another day” No more vapors must you render He has given full surrender Your buddy bids a fond goodbye A twinkle comes into your eye There’s not a need to wait ‘til later You’ll join him on the elevator Please forgive the school yard humor but I just couldn't resist. Thanks for the laugh Ivor. Take care and Have fun. Steve |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England |
Interesting responses, thank you all. Here I am trying to make serious poetry of the ancient kind out of the wonders of nature and what happens.... ......everybody comes sniffing around trying to share it! Steve, excellent piece of flatulence was it brewed especially for the occasion or had it been simmering for a while.... This could make a good thread... any takers? |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England |
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ METHANE THREAD? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why is it ladies never trump? or so they always say. While us poor men get all the blame for smells that drift their way. Remember well what Kipling said, do not believe their tale. Prepared to have your nostrils singed when girls go on the ale. For even though, they may just squeak, as dainty bums exhale "The female of the species is more deadly than the male." |
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