O Flash the mighty, Flash the brave
Your flatulence I wish you’d save
For another time, another place
So’s not to waft into my face.
I’ll be polite and call the smell
Skunk within the bowels of hell.
Your butt cheeks flap when you pass gas,
I think the odor has a mass.
Did something crawl in there and die?
It brings a tear into my eye.
The paint is melting from the wall
The floor caught fire in the hall
The cat passed out, the houseplants died.
The haz-mat team has just arrived.
The EPA imposed a fine
For cutting cheese without the wine.
You are such a goofy mutt-
I just saw you lick your butt!