There was a young man who could fart
In a way that was really High Art.
His best party trick
Involved his long dick
And the flexible traits of that part.
But the Queen wasn't all that impressed
"In my day the acts were all dressed,"
She said with a frown
Still, he drew her gaze down
As his penis wound 'round her left breast
These rhymes make me ill, they're so vile
Haven't seeen a clean one for a while
Can we talk about flowers?
And discourse for hours,
While wearing a big silly smile?
Of course, why not, natch, be my guest
Thats a perfectly normal request.
We could also talk pets
Or maybe the Mets
And the Knicks and the Jets and the rest.
Please pass me that mug from the table
First top up the chai, if you're able
A spot of hot tea
Just does it for me
And I feel less fractured, more stable
