A human infant, if left outside (safely) in a high wind may lose its breath, but it will likely survive into adulthood,
a chick, high in a nest may get blown away and never seen again,
a bee caught unawares in a sudden gust may end up in another garden,
but a fart captured by even the slightest breeze is sure to die.
Have pity for the fart. For it is a rare and short-lived species.
Linda G. Hill 
Mom used to have an expression: “That went over like a fart in a windstorm.” I think she learned it from Dad… no, I’m sure she did…
I heard one years ago: hanging around like a fart in a phone booth. I don’t use it anymore; no one knows what a phone booth is.
Haha! There are still elevators… 😉
Hanging around like a fart in an elevator… yeah, that works…
Not as poetic though.
I tried substituting the word “lift” for “elevator,” and that wasn’t any more poetic. Oh well…
An overnight trip to the beach for us is a lifetime for a mayfly. But to your original thought, help the poor farts have longer lives by carrying a lidded mason jar with you and capturing them.
Or there’s also the good ol’ lighter trick – let them go out in a blue blaze of glory. 😀
Hahahahahaaaaa – sorry can’t stop laughing about the poem and the comments. Hope that’s not rude 😉
😀 Glad you got a giggle out of this, Bee. 🙂
lol.