Grandma Farts All Day
Laughter always fills the air, grandma trumps anywhere
Grandma Farts All Day
Grandma sits in her favorite chair,
With a knowing grin and a loving stare.
The room is quiet, the air feels still,
Then comes a sound—a little thrill.
A tiny toot, a trumpet’s blast,
Followed by laughter, loud and fast.
“Oh, excuse me!” she says with a wink,
While everyone tries not to blink.
The grandkids giggle, they hide their noses,
But Grandma’s unbothered as she composes.
“Beans for breakfast, cabbage for lunch,
These things happen, I’ve got a hunch.
The house is filled with love and cheer,
Even when the air isn’t so clear.
Grandma’s joy is a sweet bouquet,
Even if she farts all day.
So here’s to Grandma, the queen of the breeze,
Spreading love—and laughter—with every sneeze.
For in her heart, she holds the key,
To turning toots into family glee.
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