Quatrain of Passing Gas
Passing Gas - when beauty dies
Tis the song of a dead
sparrow when I
hear you
fart,
You are my love, my
gracious picture
of ambrosial
art.
You make lessons of
making love
exciting and
moral,
But when you pass
scented gas I am
left feeling
immoral.
Yorktown Disciple
1994
Passing Gas - when beauty dies
Tis the song of a dead
sparrow when I
hear you
fart,
You are my love, my
gracious picture
of ambrosial
art.
You make lessons of
making love
exciting and
moral,
But when you pass
scented gas I am
left feeling
immoral.
Yorktown Disciple
1994
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