Needed To Fart

• Ryley Crosara, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2015

I was riding my go cart when I needed to fart,
I had to make one slip.
I silently did it, I luckily hid it,
It smelt just a bit.
The feel of it going,
It was finally flowing through the currents of the wind.
I knew it wasn't a sin,
But it made me smell like a bin.
When I farted
I kind of parted.
I let one rip
The sound was pip.
That's why they call me Mart,
because I always fart.
And just to let you know,
I was wearing a bow.