“Fart-Out”, Breathe In

You’ll most likely say we were crazy, but this tale’s a “Classical Gas”;
About two lads that had a contest, who the most deadly wind could pass!
We called them our famous “Fart-Outs”, we fought them in a car;
In the front seat would we square off, closed windows so aromas not be marred!
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The first fart was just for practice, to get into our groove;
But the ones that soon would follow, did anything but soothe!
The rules were very simple, “Breathe In” the horrid smell;
The winner would still be sitting, while the other one had fell!
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We even had some names for them, his best one “The Nasal Clinger”;
For it’s stench stayed in your nostrils, and was a powerful nausea bringer!
He beat me with that one in our first match, but I vowed to get him back;
So I conjured up an evil ploy, and planned my next attack!
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The night I went to duel him, my dinner I eschewed;
Instead, raisins, grapes, and dark prunes, I voraciously then chewed!
He came out all full of confidence, as he slid into my car;
I gave to him fair warning, saying “this contest no “”holes”” barred”!
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He winked and said “touche` then, let this competition now begin”;
No sooner had he spoken, when I let loose with the one that would win!
I named it my “Fly Me To The Mooner”, one whiff, and he fell right out the door;
He choked and said “You beat me, let’s not play this game no more”!
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I end this story with a question.
Why did God make farts smell?
The answer is quite simple.
So deaf people could enjoy them just as well!