You wake up in the morning with a throbbing head,
Head to the bathroom to relieve your mornin’ wood.
Bending over sucks when you have a massive stiffy,
Whoops I farted, now I smell last night’s food.
The super beef and bean burrito can do some nasty stuff.
If you chase it with a lager, you’re sure to blow your butt.
I don’t recommend, putting on white undies,
If you’re very brave, let one loose munching on some muff.
As this poem draws to a near,
I can offer some advice, to a friendly peer.
If you have to fart, but you fear a gentle squirt,
Do what I do, find yourself a queer.
In closing, please be aware;
Farting is most-fun, when you do it with flare.
Practice your funniest faces while in front of a mirror,
Practice makes perfect, especially for the viewer.