Corn feed prompts breeze, and the wind blows.
A breeze from your ass goes:
"Corn breeze"--you follow?--a fart.

Stink breeze, a funk that astounds you.
Does a skunk surround you?
Corn breeze can travel quite far.

Maize breeze that once was inside you,
It's freed. . .a roar will be cried,
"What crawled up there and died?!"

Corn breeze is rife with an ill wind,
That's sometimes a still wind
Whose scent's beany.

Maize breeze that once was inside you
It's freed. . .pray that scorcher's dried
Or you will need some Tide.®

Corn breeze is rife with an ill wind,
That's sometimes a still wind,
An SBD.