C. Everett Poop

The heavens wept
as rain doth fall
celestial nostrils clench
from ghastly pall
which hangeth o'er
the ground like haze
five senses blurred
in cloudy maze
The surgeon general farted.

After triumphant return
to medical board
there's jewels to clench
there's gold to hoard
as shield is pierced
by odor's sword
The surgeon general farted.

As children wail
at mother's breast
the comatose
take final rest
The surgeon general farted.

A horrid stench
doth fill the skies
The surgeon general farted.

Choke! Gasp! Cough!
The surgeon general farted.

The surgeon general farted.