Thrill Killed |
(by buttman and robin)
x |
Call it destiny,
fate or chance |
When you bump
into your gorgeous crush |
You
flash that most winsome smile |
As he decides
to chat for awhile |
Suddenly,
the air becomes ghastly |
You quickly
bring out your hanky |
He continues
to grin |
As the air
becomes more mean |
Hanky covering
your nose |
You stand
on a flirty pose |
But the smell
penetrates your nostrils |
Killing a
rare prospect thrill |
After a while
you two parted |
It's then
you realized that he farted. |