I heard the world's loudest **** today
It echoed round the town enough to say
"I am a **** of great renown and fame,
I am a **** who's worthy of the name
Of  KING of FARTS!"  Unthinkingly I sniffed
And, let me tell you, I have never whiffed
Aught so potent, dank and dread and foul
Blasted out from heaving human bowel
As that king of farts I smelled today
And which took my ******* breath away.

Who was the pumper of that putrid beauty?
How many curries in the line of duty
Had he consumed?  It must have been a man -
No pong so strong ere blew from female can.
Can no one answer yet my urgent question:
And say who suffereth such dire indigestion?
O heavens! his torment must be something chronic.
Can no one subsidise a high colonic
Irrigation to prevent another
Noisier and more noisome than its younger brother?

Well.

hey,
hey.

hey!

I've found it again,
the write things to say!

The words flow,
Like the blood often go,
A dry faucet nose,
****, it's getting cold.

The year,
Once passed,
Held winter,
And it's people,
All in one grasp.

The other hand,
It used to clap.

Applauding the crowd,
The unhappy people,
Cars crashed all around.

Mine crashed.

It's six feet underground.

But it's ok!

I'm free this day,
from all things yesterday.

This winter I remain,
All bits sane.