People turn thier heads,
As they pass by,
He always wanted to ask,
Because he never knew why.
He would look in the mirror,
To find any little defect.
It all appeared good to him,
There was nothing he could detect.
Still noone would come near,
Till one day it all came to an end.
And with the sadness gone,
A new way of life could begin.
What was his problem?
What was it that set him apart?
Ever since this man was born,
He has let out one long continous fart.
