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Le Petomane

Joseph Pujol, Flatulist
1/6/1857 - 8/8/1945

He started working as a baker
And ended up being the same
But for nearly thirty years he
Enjoyed international fame.
Using his natural talent
For quite a long while
He entertained the elite
In his own unique style.

He could break wind at will
With  superb sound control
Wore a special pair of breeches
With an appropriately placed hole
And, with a series of tubes
Could play tunes on a flute
Blow out a distant candle
Imitate a duck or coot.

He gave delight to millions
With his travelling show
Cheered and feted wherever
He was invited to go
He couldn't compete with
The noise of the first Great War
So he retired back to his shop
To become a baker once more.

So, All hail  le Petomane
The man who made of it an art,
And added respectability to,
The discreetly dropped fart.
Before  crowned heads of Europe  
At  the height of his glory
Sadly  the modern world has
Almost forgotten his  story.

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