Hummorroids
Joy, escapes in noxious gases,
leaving humorrhoidal masses.
Explosive laughter lights the fuse
and all point fingers to accuse.
Men back slapping, ladies blushing
everyone's glad that no one's flushing.
The culprit just smiles and smiles
to hide the pain of his burning piles.
Wishing, as he leans against the wall
that he'd had no Jalapeno dip at all.
© 11 2011 Tamera Dobbins