Fart Poetry With Meme's Included, no extra charge!

In the realm of mysteries, a question arises,
Why do farts exist, a topic that surprises?
Are they a divine gift, bestowed from above,
Or a playful jest, a reminder of our animal love?

A pondering of nature, both strange and absurd,
These emissions of gas, a sound often heard.
Do they serve a purpose, in this complex design,
Or do they simply exist, a quirk of our design?

Perhaps the Gods, with laughter and cheer,
Decided to gift us, a sound we hold dear.
To remind us of our roots, our primal connection,
That we are but creatures, in nature's vast collection.

Or perchance it's a jest, a mischievous trick,
To laugh at our discomfort, as we try to be slick.
For even in our grandeur, we cannot deny,
That deep down inside, we are beasts, you and I.