Til Death Us Do Fart

A collaboration with a fellow kindred spirit merlin1038

The strong hand of windy fate
Brought together misslittle and merlin1038
A problem as old as the hills
That couldn't be cured with potions or pills
A problem shared, was a problem halved
So became a collaboration of all things '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 notes on farts
And foods that caused their gaseous arse
A love they shared of the windy bloat
On the nauseous smell of farts, they do float
Be amazed by what, out of the body flows
And share our arsey fairytale, like Juliet and Romeo
If it weren't so funny, it could be a tragedy of epic size
Brought on by the effects of sprouts, beer and pukka pies
It was a fated collaboration right from the start
A FARTastic, WINDerful celebration of all things FART