Old Albert Gimp, Rescued a chimp
That he saw at an old run down zoo
He fed it on Carrots, and Mr brains faggots
Which affected the smell of it's poo
So he bought a gask mask, not an easy task
And he wore it when he was too near
For when the chimp farted, his nostrils both parted
And left a big stain on it's rear
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Nonsense? Yet makes sense. Loved the rhyme, loved the humour.