
Some people fart quite a lot,
 while other folks fart very little.
 My daughter claims no farts at all.
 Etiology is quite the riddle.
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 Legumes and cruciferous veggies?
 Endobacterial sinks?
 Spices in profusion add to the confusion
 to deduce what is causing our stinks.
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 My wife claims her farts smell like violets.
 Alas I cannot say the same.
 Weaponized mine would be very deadly,
 only my intestines to blame.
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 Released in the bath popping into thin air,
 creating a noisome perfume.
 Despite hygiene efforts quite vigorous,
 one inhales harbingers of doom.
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 Too much red meat causes pollution,
 sulfur stink as our guts try to cope,
 while health drinks, garlic powder, combine
 and conspire to increase human odors’ scope.Â
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 Oh well, what’s the use of complaining?
 This poem itself is a fart.
 Words float in the air to inspire despair,
 hard to end once one gets a good start.
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 Human beings have so many foibles,
 sterling qualities lost in the mix.
 I’ll try to refrain from my griping,
 to focus on things we can fix.
~ Wry Welwood,
August 2024
It was a pleasure, Bob. Thank you for creating First Friday!
This certainly puts my life in perspective and reminds me what is really important and lasting!