Le Grand Petard

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He goes a-gliding down the street as if sitting on a steel cloud.

From beneath his buttocks there comes a noise both flatulent and loud.


He rolled right up the white line and through the traffic plowed,

all the while emitting a noise both flatulent and loud.


You would think he had eaten a big can of beans and a gallon of sauerkraut.

You half expect to smell an odor that would knock an elephant out.


Riding a chromed steel pony, this cowboy of the streets,

sounds just like he’s honking his butt at everyone he meets.


So when you hear a loud bass roar or notes that go even lower,

you’ll know our boy is out there riding his grand two-wheeled fart-blower.


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