On A Fart

LET IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS

Reader , I was born, and cried;
I crack'd, I smelt, and so I died.
Like Julius Caesar's was my death,
Who in the senate lost his breath.
Much alike entomb'd does lie
The Noble Romulus and I:
And when I died, like Flora fair,
I left the commonwealth my heir.
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