Epitaph on the Fart in the Parliament House

Reader, I was born and cried,
Crackt so, smelt so, and so died,
Like to Caesar's was my death,
He in senate lost his breath;
And alike interr'd doth lie,
Thy famous Romulus and I.
And, at last, like Flora fair,
I left the commonwealth mine air.
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