You'll never fart alone.

YOU'LL NEVER FART ALONE.
sneak.

In the heat of passion,
I always fall apart.
A nervous disposition -
causes me to fart.
The romance of the moment,
to flatulence is lost.
My sexual frustration,
again will pay the cost.
I tell her that I love her.
I show her my tattoo.
My stomach starts to rumble.
My bowels rumble too.
She says I am disgusting.
I say, 'Please have a heart'
'You really mean the world to me'
I'll prove it with a fart.
A thunderous crescendo.
She laughs and I laugh too.
Embarrassed by my bottom,
we've nothing else to do.
She really should be flattered.
She makes me want to puke.
It means we are compatible.
I read it in a book.
Entitled 'Male disorders -
Men have feelings too!'
I'm listed under 'Anxious'
I guess we always knew.
She makes my heart beat faster.
She always does the trick.
A lover and a laxative.
I shower her in sick...

The stale smell of romance -
dances on the air,
as lovingly I excavate -
my vomit from her hair.
I ask her to be patient -
as I disinfect the bed.
It's a medical condition.
Just a fault inside my head.
She sighs and pulls me closer -
to her soft and ample breast.
Anxiety abated.
I slumber in her nest.
So beautiful the moment.
So imagine my dismay,
when she lets go a raspberry -
that blows all mine away.
Like a rabbit in a headlight,
I awake with a start.
The duvet hovers aimlessly.
Powered by her fart.
I stare at her in wonderment.
My love now cast in stone.
I smile and hum approvingly.
'You'll never fart alone'
My stomach turns so viscously.
Her beauty soft and fair.
A sickly sweet reminder.
The love I must declare.

sneak