Fart. We all do them.

Whoopsie

I asked a dear friend for a theme
For my days poetry,
She uttered rather loudly
A fart she with glee.

Of course, as I’m a lady
and do not know of farts,
so I had to look at google
so I knew where to start.

What names we like to call them
releasing wind from form,
To break air rather loudly
it seems to be the norm.

An air attack, a back blast
these names are very strange,
a bottom burp, to thunder
a noise that’s out of range.

a trumpet from the backdoor
a burp that’s misdirected,
a barking rat, a booty cough
A smell that’s been directed.

a bum whoops, a cheek squeak
triple thunder flutter,
the flurples, a honker
a rearmost tuneful mutter.

A barking cat, a moon beam
a group of geese low flying,
a mousie squeak, a netherbelch
an arsehole that is sighing.

The list I am sure is very long
for names for natural gas,
It is a real eye opener
for this high classy lass.