You will be amiss.
If you take a big sniff.
You will feel aghast.
Inhaling this blast.
And your innards will become stiff.

It’s a special kind of fart.
More like a piece of art.
It’s a scent that brings out emotions.
To drown oneself in stormy oceans.
This life you’ll wish to depart.

But this is just a warning.
Southward evil is spawning.
Slimy meat grotesquely crowning.
You best not sit there lounging.
The beast arrives by morning.