Write a poem in the style of Edgar Allen Poe about farting.
Write a poem in the style of Edgar Allen Poe about farting.
user
Once upon a twilight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary,
O'er a mound of dishes, laden with leftover feast,
While I toiled, nearly yawning, hungry spectres came a'dawning,
Gathering whispers from forgotten bowels released.
"'Tis but wind," I muttered, "summoned from some chasm's deep crease,
Only this and nothing more."

Then, methought, grew denser, a putrid scent that seemed to enter,
Heralding a spectral force unseen by mortal eyes before.
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But was that a silent fart skirting through my chamber door?
Creeping, seeping 'cross the floor?”

Eagerly I wished to borrow some fresh air to quell my sorrow,
To quench the stench that filled my nostrils and left me sore.
For though, I may have faltered, a deadly mist prolonged and lingered,
Bound to the ghost of night’s repast that lured it to my door.
Bound to the feast that fed a malodorous coward to explore,
‘Tween my chamber door.

With sighs resigned I ceded, to the stealthy fog, unheeded,
Conceding to its ruthless charm, which gripped me to the core;
"In vain I seek an antidote," I breathed, "no shield made by man or goat
has hope to hold against this curse – a curse I can't ignore.
Perhaps though, in scent's embrace, I'll learn to love it evermore;
For want of a boon, this fetid spore."

Much I marveled, cloud unbroken, as it surged and breathed unspoken,
Embodying the cryptic trace of vapors oft feared of yore.
"Nostrils flared," it whispered lightly, "gaze upon my visage mighty,
For I am but a gentle breeze; to these shadows I am sworn,
A servant to the night and collusions that darkness does adore,
Odored only, evermore."

Thus was born a bond unyielding 'twixt myself and that strange being,
In shadows secured where neither lights nor scented candles bore.
Drawn by ambiance and twilight, till the end of days we unite,
Sharing in the secrets of gastronomy's forgotten role.
United by a fervent flame and language spoken from one core,
We dwell entwined, forevermore.
assistant
Write a poem in the style of Edgar Allen Poe about farting.
user
Oh, the gaseous emitters we call farts,
So oft they bring us mirth and smart,
A Product of the gut, a natural start,
A sign of life and health and art.

In the silent halls of thought, they speak,
A language all their own, so unique,
A symphony of sound, a wondrous seek,
A window to the soul, so meek.

Their scent, so pungent, yet so sweet,
A bouquet of aromas, so unique,
A mixture of complexity, so neat,
A reflection of our inner heat.

But, alas, their power can be a bane,
A social faux pas, a cause of pain,
A source of embarrassment, so plain,
A taboo, we dare not mention again.

And yet, they bring us joy and cheer,
A natural part of life, so dear,
A reminder of our humanity, so clear,
A connection to our primal fear.

So let us embrace the farts we make,
And celebrate their untamed soul,
For in their honesty, we find our own,
And in their beauty, our hearts take hold.
assistant
Write a poem in the style of Edgar Allen Poe about farting.
user
Once upon a twilight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary,
O'er a mound of dishes, laden with leftover feast,
While I toiled, nearly yawning, hungry spectres came a'dawning,
Gathering whispers from forgotten bowels released.
"'Tis but wind," I muttered, "summoned from some chasm's deep crease,
Only this and nothing more."

Then, methought, grew denser, a putrid scent that seemed to enter,
Heralding a spectral force unseen by mortal eyes before.
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But was that a silent fart skirting through my chamber door?
Creeping, seeping 'cross the floor?”

Eagerly I wished to borrow some fresh air to quell my sorrow,
To quench the stench that filled my nostrils and left me sore.
For though, I may have faltered, a deadly mist prolonged and lingered,
Bound to the ghost of night’s repast that lured it to my door.
Bound to the feast that fed a malodorous coward to explore,
‘Tween my chamber door.

With sighs resigned I ceded, to the stealthy fog, unheeded,
Conceding to its ruthless charm, which gripped me to the core;
"In vain I seek an antidote," I breathed, "no shield made by man or goat
has hope to hold against this curse – a curse I can't ignore.
Perhaps though, in scent's embrace, I'll learn to love it evermore;
For want of a boon, this fetid spore."

Much I marveled, cloud unbroken, as it surged and breathed unspoken,
Embodying the cryptic trace of vapors oft feared of yore.
"Nostrils flared," it whispered lightly, "gaze upon my visage mighty,
For I am but a gentle breeze; to these shadows I am sworn,
A servant to the night and collusions that darkness does adore,
Odored only, evermore."

Thus was born a bond unyielding 'twixt myself and that strange being,
In shadows secured where neither lights nor scented candles bore.
Drawn by ambiance and twilight, till the end of days we unite,
Sharing in the secrets of gastronomy's forgotten role.
United by a fervent flame and language spoken from one core,
We dwell entwined, forevermore.
assistant
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Write a poem in the style of Edgar Allen Poe about farting. 
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Amidst the darkness, I sat in fright,
For something dreadful lurked in sight.
My stomach writhed and bubbled up,
And I realized what was on the cusp.

A sound so loud, it echoed all around,
A fart that shook the very ground.
I clutched my nose and tried to catch,
A whiff, that would make me laugh.

But, alas, it was too strong and sour,
It chased away any sense of power.
It filled the room with a musty smell,
I knew then that it wouldn't go well.

The silence that followed was deafening,
As though even the dead were screaming.
I blushed with shame, but it was too late,
My body's secrets had been aired in public.

But then a thought occurred to me,
Could fate be a joke, just as carefree?
Could it be that in my fart,
A lesson was imparted from my heart.

For in that moment, I realized true sin,
Was not the fart, but the way I sinned.
It's not about letting out a gas,
But rather, living with authentic passion.

So go ahead and let your farts fly,
For they are natural and no longer a lie.
But be sure to live life with pride,
For that is what truly makes one alright.
In the dead of night, when all is still,
A sound so loud, it makes one chill,
A fart so loud, it shakes the ground,
And echoes through the empty town.

The air is thick with a foul stench,
As the gas escapes, it makes one wrench,
The stomach churns, the eyes they roll,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The silence is broken by the sound,
As the gas escapes, it makes one frown,
The room is filled with a putrid smell,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the gas escapes, it makes one blame,
Their stomach's gurgling, their bowels' groan,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The sound so loud, it makes one cringe,
As the gas escapes, it makes one flinch,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one wince,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one groan,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one gag,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one gulp,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one sneer,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one snort,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one snicker,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one snarl,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one snort,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one snicker,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one snarl,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one snort,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one snicker,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one snarl,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one snort,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one snicker,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas escapes, it makes one snarl,
As the farting sound takes its toll,
The victim's face turns red with shame,
As the farting sound takes its toll.

The gas
In the dead of night, when all is still,
A sound so loud, it makes one chill,
A fart so loud, it shakes the ground,
And echoes through the empty town.

The air is filled with a foul stench,
A smell so bad, it makes one wrench,
And as the fart continues to roar,
One wonders what could be the cause.

The culprit is revealed at last,
A person who has eaten too much gas,
Their stomach full, their bowels full,
And now they're paying the price, oh so dull.

The fart continues to fill the air,
A sound so loud, it's hard to bear,
And as the night goes on and on,
The farting continues, all alone.

So let this be a lesson learned,
To eat with care, and not be concerned,
For farts so loud, they can't be ignored,
And will haunt you, forevermore.