I’m going to immortalize this somewhere other than on the forum to which I belong, because I thought it was hilarious. This is what happens when teenagers attempt to argue, somewhat seriously, a completely pointless topic. 

if one smelt it, have they really dealt it?

It has been stated the first to smell it truly is the one who deals it, as everyone is particular of their own gas secretions.
Scientifically though, it is possible to rip and run, and follow through with a silent run, confusing many as to who had farted.
But he who denies it, does he supply it?

Hypothesis: He who denies it supplies it.
Experiment: One of two people farts in a room. Two third parties blame each suspect of the deed. Both deny.
Proof: If there is one fart, yet two deniers, then the denier is not necessarily the supplier.
Experiment2: One of two people fart. Both suspects are asked by a third party if they did it. The guilty party confesses to his deed, while the innocent party denies.
Proof: If the supplier can choose to not deny it, then the denier is not necessarily the supplier.
Results: He who denies it supplies it is not a legitimate theorem.

its like schrödinger’s fart

either person could have farted until someone admits it

until someone admits it, the fart is in a quantum superposition

I have found that, at times, he who said the rhyme did the crime.

Interesting.
I see I have much to learn on the philosophical quandaries of flatus.

I did it. It was me.

Forums. They’re fun, aren’t they? 

Ah, internet forums, how I love you.

Take a forum that is 99% preteen and teenage males.

Have one of them start a thread about Haikus.

Laugh at resulting poems.

This topic is great,
You can write many Haikus,
this is a haiku.

I can write Haikus,
You also can write Haikus,
Let us write Haikus.

Haiku Haiku Hai-
Ku Haiku Haiku Haiku
Haiku Haiku Ergh.

I see what you mean
these poems are very odd
This is Sparta—aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

This topic is great
I struggle to fit in words
Dude, i hate you, fuck

rhyming, how clever
now it’s harder than ever
but alright, whatever

Fail at haiku,
Take the internet seri-
-ously, you lose sir

Cornucopia
Full of dry fruits and the like
Stunning proportions

When I was a young
boy my father took me in-
to the city to
See a marching band.
He said, “Son, when you grow up,
will you be the sav-
Ior of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?” He
said, “Will you defeat
them, your demons, and
all the non-believers, the
plans that they have made?”

What what in the butt
I say what what in the butt
That is a haiku

Clock Crew, you rock my socks off.