Class {shadow sonnet}

by Michael D Nalley   Jan 20, 2011


Class is when you are sitting in a class,
Passing the opportunity, passing
Gas, your flatulence is a suppressed gas
Amassing down where it is amassing.

Excuse me though I know there is no excuse
Surprise , surprise ,fellows, surprise, surprise!!
Abusing excuses of pardoned abusing
Lies not where many tell innocent lies.

I could easily pretend, 'twas not I .
Art of deception none the less an art
Lie not where you do not need to lie.
Fart where ever thou art, feel free to fart.

Class is class, at times we try to out class
Class it says excuse me, that does shout class.

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