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Running on fumes? No, running from them
There once was a man named Jake
Love, rarely with his wife, he would make
She said 'Every time we start
I want to quickly depart
He farts in bed, the smell I can't take!'
Jake said 'My wife should know I have the means
To blow us both to smithereens
We could stop all this, pronto
It depends, does she want to?
Stop serving me franks and beans!'
