Gas Gas Poem by Carolyn Sears

Time always bring bout change

Just keep on living,

You’ll notice the shortening

Of your steps,

“My God” this gas is killing me

If only I could get it to pass

“Honey” Is there any Mylanta?

Oops hon I didn’t mean to let it
Go..

“My Lord” Jerry don’t you know

That has a stench?

Hehehehehehe..I know but my

Stomach just magically gotten
Better..

At least for a minute

Spray, Spray, Spray

“Oh My Lord”