Beating Father Death

There once was a fellow named Bart he declared Father Death to be art when the knock finally came and death called out his name he said, please, just one last farewell fart. Father Death had ignored this small plea Bart was home that was easy to see when the loudest of farts and it had to be Bart's blew the reaper right down on his knee. When the reaper is utterly humbled and his job has been thoroughly bumbled he will have to retreat while admitting defeat Bart was scared and he farted and mumbled. So it is the olfactory nerve that's the weak spot, it gives us new verve so when Father death knocks quickly strip off your socks let him have it, say: 'Happy to serve.' If collateral fallout disturbs you a discloloured pyjama perturbs, too then you don't wear a frown but a wide open gown it's what 'DEATH-I-WILL-FART' people must do.