So on a completely different level, a friend of mine inspired some Lactic Levity. Forgive the baseness, but it was in context during composition.
An Ode to Yogurt Farts:
Between thine cultured and creamy cheeks,
Did God breathe divine pops and squeaks.
Marching hosts of Angels Blue
And Choirs of Trouser Trumpets true.
Cast down holy and almighty thunder,
To pants below with Yogurt Chunder.
Be Ye Baptized! the Lord Presumes
In Yogen Fruz and Yoplait's fumes.
Communion wine no more to drink
Unholy is the rectal stink.
Blessed is the lactic gas,
For Dairy's Gospel wind shall pass.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
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