Master of Winds

You are Master of the Winds
You have mastered the Farting Art.

“Farting is fun!” you say
As the wind chimes start to sway.

While shooting the breeze
You cut the cheese.

Everyone gags
Your wife, I nag.

“Take your fart pills!
Your stink - it kills!”

Some farts are explosive
Their stench is corrosive!

Some, silent and deadly
They come so readily.

Your shorts are worn
From farts that have shorn.

Your noxious gas
Is a pain in the ass.

But, alas,
Despite your gas.

You've mastered the fart,
And you've mastered my heart.
Until death do we part.