My farts were all smelly, this much I knew
But this one had substance, it felt like a poo
And so when I pushed, I did so with care
I wanted to fart, not shit on my chair
I tried to be cautious, but I must’ve misjudged it
Cause I looked at my chair, and I certainly fudged it
But you poop it, you scoop it, that is the rule
So I began cleaning the stool off my stool
But as I was cleaning, I felt one like before
The next thing I knew, I’d shat on the floor
I go get the mop before this all dries
And wouldn’t you know it, another surprise
So that’s why I tremble when my stomach growls
I control all my farting, just not my bowels