“Doc – I see Donald Trumps everywhere!
On the street, at the beach or a fair.
Tell me Doc – is it bad?”
Says the Doc: “Well it’s….sad”,
As he flicks back his mane of red hair.
A bonnie babe bounced on one’s knee,
A tree rising majestically,
A sailing ship breasting the sea,
The buzz of the bountiful bee,
A swallow aloft, flying free.
But glorious though these things be,
If you were to ask this of me:
“What is the most precious to thee?”
I’d answer: “My friend, but a pee,
Let’s face it, fart’s a funny word
And flatulence a word absurd,
Yet from all beasts that flock or herd,
The finely feathered or the furred,
From elephant to tiny bird,
Farts thunder or are hardly heard.