Silently the
gas arose
From beneath my
Winter clothes
Settling beneath my
nose.
'Twas my fart.
Others in the place I dwell
Began to wonder, what's that
smell?
Like
sulfur from unholy
Hell?
'Twas my fart.
I shifted on the creaky
wood.
Confession would do no man good,
The face of
innocence, I stood,
Tho 'twas my fart.
But suddenly a horrid
BRAP!!
Elided from beneath the
flap
Which keeps my nethers under
wrap.
'Twas my fart.
With stiffened
spine and
shoulders squared,
Mortified I stood and stared,
My gaseous nature, public bared.
For 'twas my fart.
At last I fell, to wail and weep,
This
secret I had strained keep,
And yet could not suppress that
peep.
'Twas my fart.
This story has its sullen
moral,
That emissions less than
floral,
Sometimes sing with loudness
choral.
So sang my fart!!