Oops! I did it again!

OK, ladies! Before you all come up in arms against me, hurling all kinds of insults at me and calling me all kinds of names, do let me explain! Well, nature has this uncanny way of keeping a balance in things. As a man grows older, he grows fatter in the middle (his waistline) and thinner at the top (his hair). He grows broader around the waist and narrower in the mind. And as he begins to lose his hearing and sense of smell, his fart grows louder…and smellier! Considering that, therefore, wouldn’t this be the ideal safety belt for the poor suffering wife? ROTFLMAO!!!

Well, I received the following poem today via email (Thanks, Christie! That was a good one!) and I was quite tickled by it. Thus, I would like to share it with all of you…hoping that you’ll like it too!

A fart it is a pleasant thing
It gives the belly ease
It warms the bed in winter
And suffocates the fleas

A fart can be quiet
A fart can be loud
Some leave a powerful
Poisonous cloud

A fart can be short
Or a fart can be long
Some farts have been known
To sound like a song

A fart can create
A most curious medley
A fart can be harmless
Or silent and deadly

A fart might not smell
While others are vile
A fart may pass quickly
Or linger a while

A fart can occur
In a number of places
And leave everyone there
With strange looks on their faces

From wide-open prairie
To small elevators
A fart will find all of
Us sooner or later

But farts are all bad
Is simply not true-
We must never forget
Sweet old farts like you!