My hearty farties On mornings after parties My belly inflated like a balloon Emptying itself into a typhoon! Snacks, burgers and potato chips Soft drinks, pizzas and cakes chocolate-dipped, All pass out of my lovely-lovely bosom But unlike last night, this time they smell somewhat gruesome Poo!, Phish!, Phat! Pat! Ploo! Pshunn! They sound like megaton But no matter how poor they smell, they bring me utter relief, once done!