tell me about it

I was inspired to write this after reading (and watching, much to my horror and disgust and open-mouthed screams) about the 2 girls 1 cup video that’s receiving way too much attention on the Net.

Of course, I’ve had to add to it.

Enjoy the poem. :P

(If you don’t know what 2 girls 1 cup is, please, please do not Google for it, or ask anyone about it, or even think about it. My poem is a much milder version of the video and is quite enough for anyone to be grossed out over.)

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but I’ve farted -
In fact, I think that I’ve sharted.
I hope you’ll forgive me
but I had to relieve the
most terrible cramp in my tummy.”
I inhaled. I thought it smelled yummy.
My smile reached each cheek
A bouquet rich and unique
Full-bodied, bitter, yet sweet
and smelling a little like feet.
I said, “I have to admit
that the odor of shit
isn’t quite as bad as most feel -
To me, it does rather appeal.”
“I agree!” she exclaimed, delighted.
Why, my pleasure was fully requited!
At last, a girl with a taste
for what others call “waste”.
We joined hands for a waltz, we
danced to an old schmaltzy
tune we both knew -
It was “Skip To My Loo” -
and we spent the whole evening
just farting and sharing
the wonderful fragrance of poo.