Le Petomane

Joseph Pujol, Flatulist 1/6/1857 - 8/8/1945 He started working as a baker And ended up being the same But for nearly thirty years he Enjoyed international fame. Using his natural talent For quite a long while He entertained the elite In his own unique style. He could break wind at will With superb sound control Wore a special pair of breeches With an appropriately placed hole And, with a series of tubes Could play tunes on a flute Blow out a distant candle Imitate a duck or coot. He gave delight to millions With his travelling show Cheered and feted wherever He was invited to go He couldn’t compete with The noise of the first Great War So he retired back to his shop To become a baker once more. So, All hail le Petomane The man who made of it an art, And added respectability to, The discreetly dropped fart. Before crowned heads of Europe At the height of his glory Sadly the modern world has Almost forgotten his story.