The Tango of the Hidden Fart

[Verse] In a cozy jazz club, where the flappers dance, A hush fell over as they took their stance, But amidst the sparkles and the champagne art, There’s a tale to tell, of a sneaky little fart. [Verse 2] Jazz was jumpin', trumpets had their say, When a gent in spats felt his belly sway, He thought he'd sneak out a secret breeze, But oh dear, it came with a bit more squeeze. [Chorus] Oh, the tango of the hidden fart, my dear, It flutters and dances, but let’s be clear, Sometimes a slip, it can go too far, And a shart’s just a misplaced shooting star. [Verse 3] He shifted his feet, with a nervous glance, She knew the scent, from their last romance, As he turned bright red, she gave a grin, "Did you hear that note? We’re in the swing!" [Verse 4] The sax player smirked, the drummer missed a beat, The jitterbug couple just felt more heat, In the shadowed corners, they had their fun, Laughing ‘bout the happenings, under the sun. [Chorus] Oh, the tango of the hidden fart, my dear, It flutters and dances, leaves you in tears, In the world of jazz, it's a minor glitch, A shart’s just a wrinkle in life's grand stitch.