A small explosion between the legs
An insult to the nose we peg
The smell does rise aloft
It can be loud. It can be soft

Not to pleasant for everyone
Not even to the owner of one
It causes people to disperse
Something that is not rehearsed

Some will laugh. Some will gasp
Their throats you want to grasp
Some say it’s better out than in
To the refined person it’s a sin

As unpleasant as it may be
A relief at times it is you see
No more squeezing the cheeks together
Pulling faces to match the weather

The sigh of instant dismay
When the noise is heard far away
You look for a possible blame
For this is not a game

You see an unlikely excuse
Blame them for the ruse
But the scented ghastly trail
Pinpoints you like a sail

You cannot run. You cannot hide
There are too many people inside
A definite gap does appear
You’re there alone in the rear

A little smile creeps up on your face
You realize that your run is now a race
To get out of there pretty quick smart
For now you feel another little fart


Macca