Home is where the fart is…

In my case an old fart,

Lives here at least of the time part,

Most times I live on the road,

Meals and such I take care of there,

Seems my life I have lived there from the start…

No smells do I allow,

Rufuz would if so growl,

He is such a high brow,

Better except for the stink,

I should live with a cow…

So of farts I know a great deal,

They come from within though should be sealed,

The heart is there as well, but a fart is more expressive,

Some of mine are downright, without having a big head,

Quite & more so than I can say, impressive…

          © ed ~ 9/11/05