"When I Farted At The Olive Garden" By Alexander The Poet 05.03.07

I was sitting one night at The Olive Garden,
Eating a fine entree, which pleased my heart
But then I had to ask my friends for a pardon,
Because I was about, to lay a fart!

But see, since I was in a crowded public place,
I had to pass wind ever so discreet
For I had to cut the cheese and not leave a trace,
And I knew, it would not be an easy feat!

So I had waited until it was safe and clear,
Till no waiter or grandma was in sight
Then I tilted to the left and lifted my rear,
And then my fart came out and saw the light!

But my flatulence turned out not to be so bad,
Infact, I'd say it didn't really smell
Must've been that seafood portofino I had,
Damn, them Italians cook very well!

THE END