My Life.
(Sung to the tune of Silent Night.)
In the van,
In the back are the boys,
Focused on their electronic toys.
A sudden blast explodes in the air,
Horrible gas causes nostrils to flare,
Open the windows quick!
I'm feeling rather sick.
The air is green,
The smell is obscene,
The boys are laughing hysterically,
Competition is ripe in the air,
Another fart explodes back there.
Why oh why did I have boys?
Why did I have stinky boys?
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Yay, you're back and I'm laughing!! Too, too funny. Sorry, though. Nose plugs?
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