Gastronomic Symphony

Moussaka bubbling, stove top hot,

Farts in the air, what the oven forgot.

Eggplant layers, stacked like a scheme,

But the gas got me floating like a midnight dream.

Moussaka sizzle, stomach gon' bark,

Farts in the dark, leave a sulfurous mark.

Culinary chaos, my stomach gone rogue,

Chef with a mic, dropping odors in the vogue.

Greek vibes, but my belly don’t lie,

Moussaka’s revenge, hitting clouds in the sky.

Cinnamon spice, bechamel so clean,

But the aftermath’s foul, tearing up the scene.

Yo, gas attack, like a cannon I blast,

Echo through the room, leaving y’all aghast.

Kitchen warfare, it's a savory duel,

But my stomach’s a rebel, breaking every rule.

Fork hits the plate, and the flavors ignite,

But the gas aftermath, it’s a toxic fight.

Moussaka’s my muse, but my gut’s outta tune,

Blame the beans and the spice under the moon.

Moussaka sizzle, stomach gon' bark,

Farts in the dark, leave a sulfurous mark.

Culinary chaos, my stomach gone rogue,

Chef with a mic, dropping odors in the vogue.