Relaxing in a lawn chair on a Saturday afternoon
Just eating a jar of peanut butter with a greasy spoon
Wishing I had delicious lice to fill my hungry tummy
This peanut butter is making me feel kinda crummy
So off I go through the house, snooping all around
Hoping not to wake Uncle John by making any sound
He’d been out late and was passed out in his room
He went out with the ladies and smelled like perfume
So I snuck up behind him and looked through his hair
Hoping that he’d have a couple extra lice to spare
Suddenly there was a gaseous explosion from hell
Holy moly! Is that Uncle John’s fart that I smell?

by Sharcu (Tim)














I didn't have a choice in what picture I was given so I tried to make light of it anyways. It was a tough picture to write a poem about. Once again I apologize 




Thanks for your commet, though! 


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