The Meeting
We sat down for dinner that night
It was daddy and mom and me
It all turned out to be a fright
My boyfriend came for them to see
We all sat down at the table
And the smiles were all passed around
My boyfriend’s bowels weren’t stable
And out from his butt squeaked a sound
My dad blamed our dog named Rover
And my boyfriend smiled; relieved
But the smell was not like clover
He was glad we were all deceived
Once again my boyfriend farted
My dad blamed the dog for the pew
I sat there so broken hearted
When Dad said:
Rover move or he’ll shit on you!
Adding your comment:
It's such a special quality to be able to write in such diverse matters and you have that quality!
I havent told it for so very long and reading it here reminded me of the laughter I shared with my friend Tony. I need that, thanks sis 
Love you. Laura 
