This poem really Stinks…

Stinks it does,

Pops out when least expected,

Not even clothing does deflect it,

They say that hot air rises,

This does come out and totally surprises…

As long as it is only gas,

Yes the stuff that you do pass,

This stuff could even kill grass,

Before clogging the system,

This stuff does blow out the ass…

So if you are sitting on a bus with a crowd,

And start to smell a gaseous cloud,

Just get off at the next stop, before,

You do die of noxious odors,

And over you they do place a shroud…

        © ed ~ 12/26/04