Sir Falatio Hornblower's Ill Scented Titillating Bad Smell. Poem by Michael Gale

To Sir Falatio Hornblower, ye persuades as these...
Lips well thirsted betrays facial fullness as fast of breeze.
Breathened quickness gives pulse to heart enlightened...
Sir Falatio Hornblower smile's has brightened.
Fluttering lips tickle to ear...
Tongue done inserted fro' thy rear.
Vibrational instances entrance thy heart...
Longly and lonely as after thy fart.
Odar waftes as up to thy nose...
T'is true to thee, thus not the'ed smell of one bouquet of sweet scented red rose.
Achoo! - thine nostrils felt tender and sore...
A'fronted by barraged gassed odor, thy nose be way too sore.