Death by Flatulence

Here lies John Le Baptiste.

On the doomsday clock of his bum

It was always Trump o’ Clock.

Some say roughage made him that way

Others say he was possessed by the

Spirit of a pig with dysentery.

He is now with his Maker

Parping contentedly

On a cumulo-nimbus

And smelling of rose-water.

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