Member Poem

There's a man named Bob.
Bob was happy, Bob was full of glee.
Until something happened he could not foresee.

Out in public his stomach aked,
twisted and turned it baked;
he felt a power growing,
and soon to be blowing,
for then he realized,
trouble had awaked.

He tried to stay calm,
calm to keep his cool,
but the force he felt,
was sure to rule.

Before he could think,
before he knew,
It just grew, and grew.

Then.....
out of the blue,
the fart did spew,

Bob was shocked,
Simply rocked
for it was not a fart from the very start

oh no.

but rather a shart.

A shart he did receive for the fart was meant to (deceive).

His cheeks Slapped and his shart trapped.
for that day, only shame was achieved