He is known as Manuel to us
Reputation not for his intellect in the class
But for something else far more distinctive
Whiffs of several kinds you can never forgive
At sunrise comes the first blow
A premonition of a day to follow
While still in bed he screeches
You’d think it went through his breeches
In the shower of the early morn
The second bomb engulfs the dorm
The third while we are all donning our clothing
The fourth on the way to the chapel for praying
After each Bible verse he goes
Out his back and to everybody’s nose
Even the celebrant priest is in dismay
Whenever the wind carries it his way
At breakfast, in class and even during snacks
We wished on our heads we all wore sacks
For there is no immediate way of stopping
The royal smell of the Fart King
We count to more than a hundred at the day’s end
The Guinness’ Book of World Records would surely bend
We go back to our bunks in the dormitory to rest
Poor Manuel tries to control it with all his best
As everybody settles down to sleep
The beadle warns our mouths to keep
While silence lands and out goes the light
A last hurrah disturbs the night!
Reputation not for his intellect in the class
But for something else far more distinctive
Whiffs of several kinds you can never forgive
At sunrise comes the first blow
A premonition of a day to follow
While still in bed he screeches
You’d think it went through his breeches
In the shower of the early morn
The second bomb engulfs the dorm
The third while we are all donning our clothing
The fourth on the way to the chapel for praying
After each Bible verse he goes
Out his back and to everybody’s nose
Even the celebrant priest is in dismay
Whenever the wind carries it his way
At breakfast, in class and even during snacks
We wished on our heads we all wore sacks
For there is no immediate way of stopping
The royal smell of the Fart King
We count to more than a hundred at the day’s end
The Guinness’ Book of World Records would surely bend
We go back to our bunks in the dormitory to rest
Poor Manuel tries to control it with all his best
As everybody settles down to sleep
The beadle warns our mouths to keep
While silence lands and out goes the light
A last hurrah disturbs the night!
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