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 OfKING 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?
This has a slightly Shakespearian or even Chaucerian ring to it I feel. Or maybe even Marlovian, bearing in mind some of Christopher's well-documented sodomitic frolics. Yes I know it's a teeny bit ******, but then so were Shakespeare, Chaucer, and Marlowe. It has tragically never won a prize of any sort, although it's secured quite a few rounds of applause elsewhere. It is truly one of my masterpieces.