Love and farts

I have a friend, I consider smartHe hates everything about a fartThe smell, the sounds, the whole nine yardsAre extremely offensive to these diehards

Excreta betwixt, abominations to speak ofWhen a fart is mixed with a bit of love!With that, my sire, I took an offenseI would like to come to a fart's defense

My babies threw up, my babies belchedMy babies poop was stinky stenchedDespite the smell, the sound, the pooMy love to them have only grew

The farts and burps are part of lifeThey happen to my dear wifeFor instances she can't repressI am not gonna love her less

When I will die, my soul departI will expel my lastest fartIt is the sound of release...Fat lady sang, I rest in peace!