Trumpet trousers!!!
Just for fun!!
Rather a funny old subject
That folk don’t care to mention
Some like to hide it
Others bring it to your attention.
I have a lovely nephew
And at twenty years old
If trumping was an Olympic sport
I’m sure he’d be up for gold.
No matter where he may roam
He lets his wind go free
I often hear him saying
Oh dear ark at me.
Sometimes he stops dead in his tracks
And trumps for a minute or two
I almost die from laughter
One day he’ll follow through!!!
Sometimes it’s not so funny
When the aroma decides to linger
This makes me quite reluctant
To pull his index finger.
Sort yourself out mate
You often hear me say
You are like a time bomb
And will explode one day.
Bless him I can’t blame him
For being very proud
Of this talent he is blessed with
And it makes me laugh out loud.
Xxx
