The Fart Poem by Christopher Scott

With anxiety abound I entered the room, A fair face I held but I was beginning to swoon
The meeting was long, and with every taken breath, I knew sooner or later I was going to release living hell
Munchies were brought in to help us pull through, chips and hot salsa and I was hungry to boot
I gave in to hunger the salsa did fly, I answered asked questions with a squinted right eye
all of the sudden the pressure let loose, it was quiet it was awesome, a release that was mute
It had the effect I'm sure you all guessed, emptied the room of all invited guests
As soon as it was over my Boss did exclaim! , 'Damn son that stunk, and let one rip away! '