The Beast Below.

What was that?,he said to she.
What was what?, she replied quick back.
That noise I heard, perhaps a bee?
Not at night, but the attic has a bat.
I'd climb the stares once to see,
but the flutter was too quick to be that.

A humming bird, just perhaps?
Nor would that be out in eve.
But what ever it was, it just relapsed.
I didn't hear it,be a creaking tree?
From inside came the rhythmic taps.
There's no one in bed but you and me.

A fleshy sound, I seem to think.
That sounds odd, my wife then starts.
A third time it came in a blink.
I heard her whisper,that one smarts.
I gaze at her, eyes watered form stink.
The beast that dwells is my lady's farts.

So all you guys heed my lines,
or you too could be where I'm at.
The scent of her hinney wines,
Apple bottom or really fat.
Every ass has it's noisy times.
Just hope it doesn't leave a track.