The Three Stooges, That Farted, Their Parted. Poem by Michael Gale

There once was a man...
That ate a lot of beans, from a can.

He got heartburn and gas...
And-Knocked out most of
the neighboring mass.

The man did exclaim, 'Awe shoot'! ...
'I just had'da poot!

Beaners and weiners...
There is no non-gassey, betweeners.

Another guy was walking by...
Whil'est smoking a cigar,
All Hell, broke loose, just like
the fourth of July.

The sparks and explosions,
got louder and louder...
As if containing, lots of blackest-gunpowder.

A lot of sounds were heard that day...
A lot of smells, were released to stay.

Ya woulda thought this was started by the three stooges...
Those three had mugs that were more hidious than doggy like faced pooches.