As you walk in the room
You are hit by someone else’s fume
You are like “please don’t start
Mate that is one stinking fart”
You can smell the veg
That reek could strip a hedge
Everyone claims no knowledge of what you mean
But now you smell a hint of bean
Some try a new approach by laughing
All around the smell is wafting
All around this massive room
This is one shocking fume
Farts can be treated as a joke
But not when they produce green smoke
Fingers start to point “it’s all his”
If that was mine I’d check for solids
Farts can be seen treated as funny
But not when it runs down your leg like honey
Some people fart and you then hear their rants
If that was mine I’d check my pants
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