The Bad LunchA Poem by Chris YipEveryone has e experience at least once I sat next to the Boss's wife at lunch, It turned out to be more than a hunch. Her rumblings abdominal, were truly phenomenal, and everyone thought it was me! I ate too much of the fish, It turn out to be a fishy dish, My stomach started to churn, I couldn't wait my turn, And so my anus started to burn! The toilet was too far away, And I had no other way, My farting was extraordinary, And I tried to be ordinary, But everyone knew it was me!
© 2012 Chris YipAuthor's Note
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Added on January 29, 2012Last Updated on January 29, 2012 AuthorChris YipAboutI'm an Interior designer but involved in sales and marketing of construction chemical products now. My experience in writing is limited and this unfinished novel that i am writing now is my first real.. more..Writing
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