Susurration

The susurration from the breaking wind
Was irenic as a gentle, subtle breeze
Until some fart smeller so undisciplined
Screamed who is the stinker cutting the cheese

The crux is mind over matter I think
Books on etiquette are covered with oose
Though a silent one may be rude and stink
It's tempting to rip one off when we choose

There's no need to whine or sing a sad song
Or get irascible about a fart
Just waltz your Matilda by the billabong
It is so healthy and good for your heart

Gregarious snobs act cantankerous
Like their pampered oxters could never smell
Even a precocious child laughs, it is hilarious
There's more room out than there is in, oh well