The scent oview
Right ever just the sento view would make the blind
Holler as if they were seeing The Vitruvian Man’s image with a staggering set of breasts
Or purr like as a blind cat
Literally giving left paws plural over and over for cups of froth milk

They sent off you to war but the smell did hang 
They shan’t forget not
How birds would literally fly into the window just to try and get a young sniff 
Of what’s beyond the pane
Obviously once they did their beak would curl forth; albeit not with displeasure and instead with joy of it

Life since had had fewer questions and even lesser answers
If the centre view would return to focus
It would be a Saviour’s Day alright

“ROVERRR,” he said. 
Rover, oh mixed rover there were two patterns on it you see one with red stripes and one with blue yellow pink dot
Climantis got down mad as a box of sauce shouting himself a new horse but for his dog’s name called Rover. 

“ROVERRRR!!”

“Will you shut the fuck up?” She’d said it, and she didn’t mind the repercussions. 
Climantis gave her repercussions – he took out his echodrum and banged off so the soundwaves spudged her cochlea. 
“That’ll teach,” he said. But alas, Rover was still lost, and as for now he ain’t coming back at least for the moment. 

When you farted, the moon sighed
The Eiffel Tower froze, cracked and fell down
When you farted, 4 million birds tweeted their last
The Amazon & Nile began to flow backwards

When you farted, it brought despair to the townsfolk and relief to The Devil

When you farted, Mother Earth took one last look and then turned around for good
And Father Time buried his head in the sands

And yet, still

you will fart again I know

you will fart again