03-28-2025, 05:01 AM
Know Yer City
I was tourin the sewer in a glass bottom boat,
and the guide he pointed the way. I asked him
about the unusual fishies, and this is what he had to say:
“The sewer system in this town is by far the best around.
We built this boat and opened the sewer, and it’s with pride
we provide this tour. Now you people can’t holler about the way
we spend your tax dollar- all you gotta do is follow your nose-
this tour shows exactly where your money goes.”
He was beginning to sound a bit full of shit, but I guess
that’s the way you become, working for the city as a sewer guide,
it must stink, and can’t be fun. Back to my question, I asked him, “please,
what kinda fishies are these? They look almost human.”
He replied, “they are. If ya wanna souvenir you can take one home in a jar.”
“The turd fishie, he noted, are certainly the most common,
but you don’t see them very often, because they usually stay at the bottom.
Turd fishie try really hard, but they never raise much of a stink-
the sniffer fishie are good at keeping them down.
They don’t like those turd fishie hanging around."
To your left you can see a school of sniffer fishie, easily identified
by the brownness of their noses. Sniffer fishie smell pretty bad
but to themselves they smell just like roses.
Sniffer fishie never get in the way, and I guess that’s why
the bull fishie let them stay.
The bull fishie act like kings of the sewer, they always get last say.
They float at the top of the water, just passing gas all day-
they emit their distinctive odor, like a malodorous spray.
No one knows how the snifferfishie stand the smell.
It’s almost like they’ve fallen under a spell.
Hey look, a couple of turd fishie, venturing up from the bottom.
Ah, yeah, the sniffers sniff ‘em out, and oh yeah, they got ‘em.
A bull fishie who was floating by, dove right down and ate ‘em.
The bull fishie flatulated his appreciation, and the sniffer fish
appreciated the congratulations.
We’re arriving at the end of our tour, and I hope you enjoyed
your view of the sewer.” I replied, “it ain’t too pretty,
but at least now I know what goes on under the city.”
And as I hit the exit to split, I noticed a sign that read:
“What you smell is what you get: know yer city, know yer shit!”
I was tourin the sewer in a glass bottom boat,
and the guide he pointed the way. I asked him
about the unusual fishies, and this is what he had to say:
“The sewer system in this town is by far the best around.
We built this boat and opened the sewer, and it’s with pride
we provide this tour. Now you people can’t holler about the way
we spend your tax dollar- all you gotta do is follow your nose-
this tour shows exactly where your money goes.”
He was beginning to sound a bit full of shit, but I guess
that’s the way you become, working for the city as a sewer guide,
it must stink, and can’t be fun. Back to my question, I asked him, “please,
what kinda fishies are these? They look almost human.”
He replied, “they are. If ya wanna souvenir you can take one home in a jar.”
“The turd fishie, he noted, are certainly the most common,
but you don’t see them very often, because they usually stay at the bottom.
Turd fishie try really hard, but they never raise much of a stink-
the sniffer fishie are good at keeping them down.
They don’t like those turd fishie hanging around."
To your left you can see a school of sniffer fishie, easily identified
by the brownness of their noses. Sniffer fishie smell pretty bad
but to themselves they smell just like roses.
Sniffer fishie never get in the way, and I guess that’s why
the bull fishie let them stay.
The bull fishie act like kings of the sewer, they always get last say.
They float at the top of the water, just passing gas all day-
they emit their distinctive odor, like a malodorous spray.
No one knows how the snifferfishie stand the smell.
It’s almost like they’ve fallen under a spell.
Hey look, a couple of turd fishie, venturing up from the bottom.
Ah, yeah, the sniffers sniff ‘em out, and oh yeah, they got ‘em.
A bull fishie who was floating by, dove right down and ate ‘em.
The bull fishie flatulated his appreciation, and the sniffer fish
appreciated the congratulations.
We’re arriving at the end of our tour, and I hope you enjoyed
your view of the sewer.” I replied, “it ain’t too pretty,
but at least now I know what goes on under the city.”
And as I hit the exit to split, I noticed a sign that read:
“What you smell is what you get: know yer city, know yer shit!”
