Let It Rip

Places that I come to know
Where passing gas, shall be done slow.
Instead of sounds, like bombs that crash,
We squeeze are cheeks, to calm our ass

Like maybe in a pew at church,
We feel the bubble in us lurch,
Yet try so hard to hold it in,
As if it was a cardinal sin.

Or maybe when were on a date
We think so hard and concentrate,
Damn that was a potent strudel.
We try to blame it on the poodle.

Still yet we can’t walk fast away
That trumpet trouser begins to play,
And worse the scent, the stench that reeks.
That silently slipped between our cheeks,

So never fear, don’t be shy
Let it build, then let it fly,
Tell those people don’t be stiff,
Lighting up and take a whiff…..