A fateful event

(1) It was a tragedy that no one saw coming,

A few minutes before, singing and humming.

(2) It was a tragedy that defined us anew,

The options in our lives were cut down to few.

(3) It was a tragedy that made us grieve,

One of us was much too young to leave.

(1) It was the fart to end all farts,

The smell stopped all of our skipping, young hearts.

(2) Its greatness made us see:

Made us pursue a flatulence degree.

(3) One of us found it funny,

Choked on a laugh, such a young sonny.

Our lives were changed by this event

For better or worse, because of a scent.

We can no longer go back,

To a time before the fateful gas attack.


Fat and dusty

Once there was a pig,

Who grew from small to big,

By eating everything, I mean every single bit

He and his friends, they’d never quit.

He had a rule: You snooze you lose,

“If you stay hungry, you’re lazy!” he’d accuse.

His friends thought the same, that famous Fat Four,

They’d push and shove to get more and more.

One choked on a piece of bone he inhaled,

“Hah, he died, look at how he failed!”

A three-way struggle to see who’d win,

The pig learned a new trick, and with a grin,

Ate all the air and watched by while

The others suffocated and fell down in a pile.

“I guess it’s clear who the real winner’s.

One class better than all those beginners.

Oh my, the air here is getting a bit musty…”

And soon his body lay fat and dusty.