Gone With The Wind

This started as a collaboration with miss little, I hope you don't me mind posting a slightly different version

The strong hand of windy fate,
Brought together misslittle and merlin1038.
A problem, as old as the hills,
And that couldn't be cured with potions or pills.

But a problem shared was a problem halved and so it came to be a friendship of the leaky ass.

All was well and all was fine,
Notes were shared in opuss time.
Until the friendship of the perverse,
Was taken further than rhyme and verse.
A meet was set to share their notes on farts and arse, and foods that caused their gaseous bloat.

A romance borne from the body and it's overflow, was one to match that of Juliet and romeo.

A tragedy of epic size, brought together by the unfortunate effects of sprouts and beer and pukka pies.

As they gazed lovingly with passion on fire
Their midriffs inflated like Michelin tyres.

At end of the meal, the waiter attentive, brought them the bill dressed in armour preventive?

They paid the poor fellow then got up to leave, when a squeak and parp from duo full in the face, the waiter received.
The waiter, turned green, then red and blue,
His life had been taken by the smell of their poo.
They took to their heels afraid of their fate
They knew they would never again have a date.

So the moral of this?
Who the hell knows!
Perhaps empty your bowel before dating you go?