The Arse Goblins

My daddy is a farter,
and it stinks an awful lot.
He says there are goblins up his arse,
cooking old peppers in a pot.

My daddy thought it funny.
My mummy was dismayed.
She made daddy see a doctor,
But the goblins chased him away.

So Mummy took Daddy to hospital,
Where they sent police dogs up his arse,
They took all the goblins away in a Van!
They removed their cooking pot in a cart.

Now you won’t hear my daddy fart so much,
But on occasion… you just might, ‘coz
I think they missed a goblin or two,
And they’re having old peppers for dinner that night…

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