In between farting uncles

IN BETWEEN FARTING UNCLES In between farting uncles Belching, burping, smarting uncles Lurching, besmirching, starching uncles I sat squashed and thought of this kerfuffle Under armpit and between hip On a sofa mid whiskey drip In petrified sweaty bottom slip Over mad talk and thumped cows lick In between farting uncles Lewd and crude and offensive uncles Foul and fetid and goats cheese uncles I sat squashed and thought of this kerfuffle Slapped and wrapped and rolled by Belly Out of view of the telly Stood on shin by Christmas Welly No laughing matter, more Mary Shelley In between farting uncles Berating, lacerating, emaciating uncles Laughing, shafting, half cut uncles I sat squashed and thought of this reversal -What if- When im bigger and better and best When im past your hip and gut and breast When im heavier and stronger than the rest When im smarter and longer and godly blessed When, I pray, when, I pray, when Then, I say, then, I say, then I’ll sit on top of those farting uncles I’ll ensure they’re pressed and stressed and compressed uncles When they’re overdressed, depressed, drink possessed uncles I’ll be self impressed and unstressed thanks to my gaseous conquest.