Tinkerbell smells,
farterbell being her new name
everytime she tinkers
with brussel sprouts
ponging the nostrils
of fairies and animals alike
ringing bells each time
she walks around
turning flowers limp
flying through the smog
adding to it...
farting out green smoke
stinks that lingers,
choking everyone out..
and when she died,
luckily she farted,
the clap of her buttcheeks
brought her back to life
smiles slop to frowns
although they were happy she was alive...
they had never considered however...
at the meal afterwards,
they would be serving brussel sprouts....