Wind,
In company embarrassing
Excruciating, holding it in
Taking,
Care to let it pass quietly
Slowly, in the hope
There will be no telltale smell
Cherry,
Would be a more pleasant aroma
Than sulphurous, Hell-borne gases
But all would still know what we’d done
Blossom,
You fall to the floor in genuine relief
I bet you didn’t see this coming
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