Shall I Compare Thee To a Bums Day

Shall I compare thee to a bum’s day? Thou fart more lovely and more belle. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And the bum's lease hath all too strong a smell. Sometime too stinky the smell of taco bell, And often is his bean burrito dinner mass; And every bum from bumland sometimes smells, But chance, or nature's changing course causes gas. But thy eternal smell shall not fade Nor lose possession of that foul thou ow'st; Nor shall you brag thou grade, When in eternal scent, thou gross, So long as men can breathe or have heart, So long lives this, and this gives life to fart.