In a [stinky] Galaxy not too Far Away

In a galaxy not too far away,

Lives a boy who loves to play.

With Star Wars as his guiding light,

He ventures through each day and night.

Eleven years of adventure and fun,

With lightsabers gleaming, battles won.

He dreams of soaring through the stars,

With heroes and villains from afar.

But there's a secret this young lad holds,

A trait that's not for the faint-hearted souls.

His love for Star Wars is fierce and true,

But his farts, oh my, they're quite a brew.

With every step, a toot so loud,

His gas escapes like a stormy cloud.

He giggles and laughs, finds it all amusing,

While others around him may find it confusing.

But through it all, he stands so proud,

With Star Wars merchandise in a crowd.

For the Force is strong within his heart,

Even if his farts sometimes depart.

His friends may tease and roll their eyes,

But he takes it all with a grin, so wise.

For he knows that his quirks make him unique,

A Star Wars-loving boy with gas that leaks.

So, let us celebrate this boy so bold,

His passion for Star Wars never grows old.

May the Force be with him, in every way,

As he farts and adventures through each new day.