When you wake up
round the crack of dawn
The sound of a fart
Is like a nuclear bomb
Barfing atoms
Through the mouth of a trumpet
Full of fury
but little pomp
like thunder flat
In b-minor Rump
And sadly, as you get older
Every mornings served
With foul applause
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
after a long, sad day, this was literally refreshing oh the odour