They say it is an absolute art
All do it – be a baron or bart
Its high lows can fill the chart
Can blow enemies as it depart
Be it lovely Earhart or Ewart
Bang bang goes mighty FART
No need of a car or a gocart
This missile attacks the heart
Sound n stink lessons it impart
This bomb makes bus jumpstart
Many do it while waiting for kart
Swears by it, expert Mr Lockhart
Its free, can’t buy in a mart
It’s as pungent as nosesmart
Its overtures must overthwart
It’s a turd honking to part
It’s dangerous – be in pint or quart
All vanish as it leaves the rampart
Soils the air when it gradually start
Hearing it, sweetheart becomes tart
It’s a product of underpart
Before fart games, evacuate
It can eliminate mole or wart
Uneasy pressure it can exert
Be forewarned as there’s time yet
Practicing this art, died Mrs Zart
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