Anthropology, archaeology, sociology, psychology Cardiology, cosmology, cryptology, zoology So many 'ologies about but there’s only one for me I’m obsessed, enthralled, enraptured by the study of flatology Trumping, blowing, tooting Wind passing day and night Ripeness abounds with interesting sounds Measured by ears and nose but not sight The Latin term is flatus But no need to get pedantic It’s all just air to me Fart or wind, it's just semantics I’m sorry if it’s rude I don’t mean to give offence But I’ve studied all my life to be fluent in flatulence
I have my friend John to thank for the inspiration for this rhyme. John used to comment on my blog quite frequently but then disappeared. I often found myself wondering what happened to him and hoping he was okay. He tends to bring out a playful side to me that not many can access, which he did in a comments conversation last night that sparked the idea for this poem. So thanks John, it’s good to have you back in the blogosphere.