I worked with a man named Steve L.
Who relished the farts he'd expel
His underwear would be brown
From all the times that he'd crown
And his ass smelled like high holy hell

But a little bit more about Steve
Who farted like you wouldn't believe
Never the quitter
He'd run to the shitter
He'd be in there all day and not leave

His pants were all covered in crud
A mixture of shit stains and blood
He was really grotesque
And when he shat at his desk
Well, that's when his name became Mud