Can You Smell It Ferd?
(A parody)by Happy Hiram
(A parody)by Happy Hiram
When the urges of an angry spleen creep out
Obscene ooze on the skyline's rim
Rising from the bowl of fetid doubt
Hoping to cling to any cheek they find.
When two farts collide, the thunder is loud
From deep in the bowels of emotive shame
Alighting on others like a fragrant shroud
Till a wayward match turns stray gas to flames.
Poisons enflamed can burn away reason
and farts can engulf and embrace us like vines
treating the organ of origin with treason,
Leaving smoldering @sses burnt but benign.
The gaseous monsoon will soon recommence
Poetry like farts make an unwelcome entrance.
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