Just so you know, my sweet honey,
It ain't funny.
I know you have to let out that methane,
I can't complain.
But why dost thou always pass at nigh,
I just sigh!
On most occasions there is no noise,
such flatulent poise.
If there is, you mask it with a cough;
I silently laugh.
When I said I prefer a strong scent,
Mint, I meant.
Baby, on nights you have a bean-y meal,
Imagine how I feel.
This is poem 18 for Robert Lee Brewer's April PAD Challenge 2011. Prompt: "Quit doing what you are doing poem". I am a bit tired of writing emo. Wanted to make the reader laugh. Hope you did. Form: Couplets; Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC