Apologia...we all have to do it, Leanne.

[tectak]

Sent on getting an apology for the lost art ( When G.xxxx spilt wine on my Ganoderma applanatum and apologised in verse)

Oh what a fine apology from one so highly lauded
Unnecessary, my dear boy, but nonetheless applauded.
The times, the wines, the friends around
Conspired against your senses
And happiness and mirth abounds
When lowering defences.

So it is that wives were made to save such situations
By guiding us and chiding us in our ill-judged libations.
Lost art, the fart, the raucous laugh
Is what we fellows pine for
And if erstwhile we sometimes gaff
Its what our God made wine for.

So thank you for your soothing words and for your consternation
And thank you for your poetry ( avoiding masturbation).
The art has gone, it was not good
Just an ephemeral item...
But friends remain, and wine and food
Artists? I could shite'em.

[Leanne]

You, sir, are a gentleman

the art and the fart, well, they rhyme for a reason
both bring relief that's disgustingly pleasin'
bring forth the doggerel, parody, farce
laugh 'til the troubles are blown out your arse

[Erthona]

She said, "That's no gentleman, that's my husband!"

Idealization last only until the first fart!
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Purple flavored Leanne, are there others? flavors...that is!

[billy]

i had to look up Ganoderma applanatum and was surprised to see what it was.

this is one of those rare times i have no nits to speak of
the last line is pure poetry.
as is the 3rd line in the second verse.
as a man who likes to fart at the dinner table, i have to say i loved it.