Yes I do certainly love my home,

It is of course where does stay my heart,

And the best place I found due to its ocean breezes,

To have learned to let slip out one on my hellacious farts…

Mother Ocean does of me accept,

And makes no call either way of my smell except,

When the beans I ate are flowing outward,

You can take this from me, I give you my word…

So be happy you don’t live near New Jersey,

Where the ocean does break on the shore,

Sometimes even the ocean does of me ignore,

I cannot understand why, as I did from her learn to smell,

From her salt marshes, under the sand & the occasional dead clamshell…