Ala bam a
There once was a man from Montana,
That had a problem with gas.
Whenever he farted it went "HONDA!"
And the gas he frequently passed.
Now this was quite embarrassing yanno,
As he worked in an office full of women.
Every doctor said they just didn't know,
How to cure this unusual dilemma.
He'd ride the bus to work each day,
Praying he could control his intestines,
But the urge was to great-there was no way,
He'd fart; "HONDA!" so loud it was deafening.
He'd been to specialists, none had a cure,
He figured he'd just commit suicide,
Cuz farting HONDA! outloud
In a small or large crowd,
Was to much to go on with his life.
He was strolling around, in old China Town,
Saw this on a store's Marquee;
"CHUN THE HERBALIST OF FAME
I can cure most any thing."
He figured "what the hell?
Before I take my own life,
Maybe the Chinaman can make me well,
Guess I should give him a try."
Chun asked the man; what "ploblems" he had,
The man explained of his "HONDA!" farting..
And when they passed they were so loud,
"It was similar to a Honda starting!"
The herbalist said, "No ploblem within you intestines,
But you have abcess tooth,
A dentist you need's my suggestion.
I know this will plobably cure you."
The man replied, "You don't understand,
When I have flatulence, and it's often,
It's loud and goes "HONDA!" you damn Chinaman,
And the sound's impossible to soften!"
The Chinaman sent him to an old dentist friend,
Who sure enough found an abcess,
He pulled the tooth and said it'd soon mend,
To go home-drink liquids and rest.
His problem was cured-and though sounds absurd,
The Chinaman explained to the man from Montana;
"You never hear the old Chinese Ploverb;
Abcess make the fart go HONDA?"
Okay....okay....I know it was really bad, but I'm so damned bored this morning?.....