She farts.
They say it\'s good for our hearts.
Again she farts.
People close to her quickly parts.
She smiles and farts again.
The smell, Jesus christ the son of a self employed joiner i shout, the smell my lungs does pain.
The restaurant manager splutters and coughs.
The waiter hysterically laughs.
She is my wife but i feel like stabbing her with my steak knife.
The restaurant is no longer full.
Over the door the closed sign the spluttering coughing manager does pull.
She farts.
Well they say it\'s good for our hearts.