I Married Stinky

There's nothing funny about flatuence

My wife has it all the time

Course she always blames it on me

And I'll always say, yes dear, it's mine

The worst time, is on those cold nights

With the covers pulled over my head

The sweet aroma of, "What in the world was that?"

It drives me right out of my bed

Now I'm not saying that it's stinky

Okay, yes I am

I even got her beano for Christmas

Well, cause, I'm just that kind of man

Now see, everytime that it happens

Her and my dog, point at each other

Then the dog puts a pillow over his face

'Til I think he will surely smother

(Whispers) Wait just a minute, my wife walked in

I can't let her see what I'm writing

Cause if she knows that I told you

Then the rest of the night we'll be fighting

Okay, she's gone, anyway she's stinky

Flatuence, has got to be a sin

For there's always something evil

That seeping out of her rear end

Now, I have literally tried everything

And I don't know what else to do

I love her, so I guess I'll accept it

While holding my nose and saying "Shoo"