Once upon a school day (clearly!), while I nodded, deeply sleepy.
Over many a dull and boring textbook, (I forgot my homework.)
While I lay there, smoothly sleeping, suddenly there came a roaring,
as of some great thunder rolling, rolling outside the window.
"Just a thunderclap,"the class thought,
"Only this, and nothing worse."
Dude, I really can't remember, was it in the sweet September. When each desperate autumn tree leaf, dropped off its host onto the ground. Panicked, I wished for tomorrow; for yesterday, I had borrowed from my sister, books of fart jokes, fart jokes for my fellow jerks. For our crude and inappropriate jokes, which the teachers deem no worse
than a foul and vulgar curse.
Then the subtle, unmistaken, rumbling sound, yet more thunder, frightened us and heightened our feelings of despair! Not thunder . . . So that now, to our growing utter horror, we sat blinking. Then a smell like something dyeing, sifted through the class, dispersed. Some foul smell like something dyeing sifted through the class dispersed,
said one kid and nothing worse.
Presently the smell grew stronger; stand it then we could no longer. "Dude," said we, "you Madman, truly your forgiveness, we implore but the truth is that you smell rank; do you have to use the toilet! For so loudly you just farted, we had thought it was a storm." "I am sorry," he then told us, as we sniffed and held our noses.
He had beans and nothing worse.
"Only this, and nothing worse."
Dude, I really can't remember, was it in the sweet September. When each desperate autumn tree leaf, dropped off its host onto the ground. Panicked, I wished for tomorrow; for yesterday, I had borrowed from my sister, books of fart jokes, fart jokes for my fellow jerks. For our crude and inappropriate jokes, which the teachers deem no worse
than a foul and vulgar curse.
Then the subtle, unmistaken, rumbling sound, yet more thunder, frightened us and heightened our feelings of despair! Not thunder . . . So that now, to our growing utter horror, we sat blinking. Then a smell like something dyeing, sifted through the class, dispersed. Some foul smell like something dyeing sifted through the class dispersed,
said one kid and nothing worse.
Presently the smell grew stronger; stand it then we could no longer. "Dude," said we, "you Madman, truly your forgiveness, we implore but the truth is that you smell rank; do you have to use the toilet! For so loudly you just farted, we had thought it was a storm." "I am sorry," he then told us, as we sniffed and held our noses.
He had beans and nothing worse.