Stinky Ballad

While eating an oily garden salad…
My ass trumpeted a stinky ballad.

Regarding the scent, I was not a fan.
It signaled incoming brown meat of man.

Twas time to empty my bowel’s contents.
Before incurring more stinky dispense.

But immediately following, another warning came.
An air blast leaving my buttcheeks sprained.

And the noise alerted all those nearby.
I knew this shiz wasn’t gonna fly.

I had to depart, before outing another fart!
But alas, moving released a wet air dart!

Pure Pooetry