It’s just another weekend day
Just two guys watching sports
Sharing drinks and sharing laughs
Just lounging in their shorts
They munch on chips and guac
And down the hatch the Captain flows
When suddenly a foul stench
Finds its way inside their nose
A wiff of air is breathed in
A certain smell still lingers
The kind that one would tend to get
If he pulled someone’s finger
The two guys look around
As if a sudden earthquake boomed
Up and down and all around
Eyes scan around the room
Now they grasp what’s happened
In their heads the wheels spin ’round
But neither one will own the stank
Because there was no sound
And so they blame each other
Though their claims are non-reliant
No concrete proof upon this poo
Because the fart was silent