Gasses - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
He had released a bit of gas
and felt a need to scratch his ass.
He was in public and he stank,
considered it a youthful prank.
The English have a thing that states
it's better out than in for mates.
And on a tram, to beat the static
it can be rather aromatic.
So, let us celebrate the bang
it beats the well-known hunger pang.
Foul gasses that cause misery
will fade away once they are free.
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