Queef queef queef on my face, Such a stinky, embarrassing disgrace. Can't escape the smell, it lingers in the air, Makes me want to run away, I swear. Why did this have to happen to me now, Everyone's laughing, I want to take a bow. Maybe next time I'll be more aware, And avoid the queefs that float through the air. But for now I'll just sit here in shame, Covered in queefs, what a cruel game.