304 – Cheese Breath

Poem number 304
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Cheese Breath
.
The stinky cheese upon your breath
Comes deep from Satan’s Hell,
A badger would be gassed to death
If forced to smell that smell.
A squirrel would be sucker-punched
A pheasant knocked out cold –
That brie you swallowed after lunch
Was gasseous, and old.
The mould upon it’s squelchy skin
Was green as lushest grass
And now you’ve gobbled it within
It’s destined for your arse,
So I beg you, with my deepest heart:
Give warning ‘fore you poo
So that by the time you start to fart
I’m fifty-miles from you.

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