My Mini-Fart Blossum

[NOTE: This was written for both my son's enjoyment; the younger, the offending one, who is teased by his brother and me. He was about ten when I wrote it and it made him laugh out loud.] Oh, that smell from Chimo’s room, Was it partnered by a sonic boom? Bet the neighbors started to faint, and wager walls were peeling paint; I spied the local cats go fleeing, squirrels dead, that’s what I’m seeing, even roaches were fast escaping, sure hope there’s not another shaping. That odor is like his mom's to me, that acorn fell not far from tree! Fart Blossom we called her, somewhat teasey, so now we’ve named him Cheesy Breezy.