Apparently, my application was rejected. Farting poems just don’t get the respect! No respect, I tells ya!

Can’t say I like her stuff much: poetry should only be about drinking, betting and fucking. Still: better than Ted “Bounce and stab” Hughes.

What about farting?

Only if you are Billy Childish. I wish I could remember the poem exactly, but it’s some thing like “My guts produce a huge resonant expulsion.)