I farted; folks choked—
it started a hole swirl flying.
And no one could see;
their eyes flowed tearingly.

Eyes started to cry
from farting of hole swirl gassing.
Oh, I’d had lots of beans;
now these folks yelled: “Smelly!”

It stank to the sky; flatulent man, yes, that was I.
Then it smelled like a dead fish on unread papers with big heads.

So I, naturally, lied: the farter, I think, was Billy.
Then on him looks turned mean as they choked nasally.

They slammed the poor guy. “Flatulent man,” so evil eye,
’cause it smelled like a dead rat that was led ’twixt walls in a shed.

So he, naturally cried: the farter was not he, Billy.
But these folks were so steamed, they kicked his ass freely.