My Mess

Another of my old poems that I brought out of mothballs for something else and decided I might as well post it here again for all those that might have missed it.

I just came to fart, but I got much more.
Now I have a mess to clean up on the floor.
To look at it you would not think,
that it would be such a big stink.
The smell makes me want to hold my nose,
but it needs cleaning up, so here it goes.
I know that my wife is sure to be mad.
It’s the last bottle of perfume that she had.