Before the great heroes have their say and
speak of lofty deeds and great battles won
I must inquire to the audience
on a matter most dire and portentous.

Who farted? For I can see islands within
the throng, where some have edged away from stench
and yet have said nothing for the time immemorial.
Even here upon the stage I can smell

The foul reek that emanates from the box
wherein sits the most honored and esteemed
among the multitude. Stand, take a bow
for your moldering meal requests a speech.

Do you shy away from acknowledgement?
Many is the day a single prayer
would have lifted my trumpet high and clear.
Yet you sit upon your own and claim it

to be merely the work of all that hold still.
Or perhaps it was the act of your hound.
Or a passing merchant with cuttlefish
And yet we can all smell it, and it comes

from your most grand and lofty position.
Don't regret your acts, for you have often
spoken in private of the great volumes of gas
that you extract, and marvel at it's power.

Look, even the chorus shall join you in
tribute to the mighty clouds that you feign
not to see. I have given them bladders
for those who do not feast as well as the rich.

Sing, Oh toothless chorus! Sing, Oh Glorious
and echoing. Let the hall fill with the good
that they proclaim upon us for they are wise.
Let us spare a moment to really grasp

The fine air that they have given to us.
The clean water that they mix with our wine.
The pure and empty amphora of oaths,
that peace would reign if they ruled over all.

And let us all give one great cheer and cry
our thanks to them in the speech that they love
even though they claim it not, their legacy.
A greatly deserved tribute to the mighty.

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