Real Cool Freestyle Poetry

My Dog's Farts (according to my little brother)

Booty air.
The horrifying fragrance of the 15 aged booty air
It is as if a gas bomb as dropped onto our house and has imploded onto my face
Organs stops working as gas races and fills the human body within seconds
No one can withstand such a feat
Looking up in horror, her adorable face scretches to a smirk
Her pearly whites gleam off the artificial bulb handing above
You wonder
How could such a thing be so horrifying?
You think
She might be saving you
And the farts for later