Bad Manners

Met this fella who was soup a’slurping

He was a master at belching and burping

After every swallow

One would follow

A deep, rolling rumble that would eating in silence be usurping

 

Then there was this guy Mel

Who had the art of the fart down real swell

Even when they were sneakily not hearable

The one thing that was truly unbearable

Was the utterly repulsive smell