There are, of course, downfalls to living in such small quarters. I figured this poem and picture would give you an idea of what I'm talking about
A fart can be quiet
A fart can be loud
Some leave powerful
Poisonous clouds
A fart can be short
Or a fart can be long
Some farts have been known
To sound just like a song
Some farts do not smell
While others are vile
A fart can pass quickly
Or linger awhile.
A fart can create
A most-curious medley
A fart can be harmless
Or silent, but deadly
A fart can occur
In a number of places
And leave everyone
With strange looks on their faces
From wide open prairies
To small elevators
A fart will find all of us
Sooner or later
So be not afraid
Of the invisible gas
For always remember
That farts too, shall pass
Happy Bean-Eating (and Labor Day!)
M.
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