A flatulent fellow called Bart
Consumed beans for the sake of his art
And his silent but deadlies
Played beautiful medleys
That plucked at the strings of one’s heart.

There was a young man of Australia
Who painted his ass like a dahlia.
The drawing was fine,
The color divine,
The scent–ah, that was a failure.

Oh,the air did turn green
When a fart came from the queen!
The court sat aghast
At the royal blast,
But stood and sang “God save the queen!”

There was a young Lady called tart
Who felt she needed a fart
She stepped outside
And to her surprise
Blew over a horse and cart

There was a young man from Lainus
Who emitted an odor quite heinous
As people passed by
Many started to cry
Turns out there’s a leak in his anus

There was a young man from Rangoon,
Whose farts could be heard to the moon.
When you’d least expect ‘em,
They’d burst from his rectum
With the force of a raging typhoon.