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The Passing of Le Petomane

Le Petomane was old and weak.
His time had come to pass.
His zip had left him, so to speak,
For he was out of gas.
“C’est tout!” cried out his entourage.
“Monsieur has cut his last fromage!
Ah, zut alors!  Ah, quel dommage!”
Which is to say, “Alas!”
And next a thousand tears were shed,
For he was silent now, and dead.




  1. Eri wrote:

    Insert bowing here

    Friday, April 2, 2010 at 7:07 am | Permalink
  2. Eri wrote:


    Friday, April 2, 2010 at 7:08 am | Permalink
  3. Eri wrote:

    arrrrgh. how do I insert the image into a note for you?

    Friday, April 2, 2010 at 7:09 am | Permalink
  4. Andre wrote:

    Scott, what Le Petomane did with the common fart is what you do with words. hmmm… maybe that didn’t come out right. Well, you know what I mean.

    Friday, April 2, 2010 at 8:51 pm | Permalink

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