When everyone says, and this too shall pass.
They weren’t talking about you passing gas.
What’s that aroma that starts to fill the air.
No doubt it’s you always wanting to share.
Chili dinner pressure now demanding release.
Until that gas passes there will be no peace.
Junior lets one go and notice the proud face.
Some farts, always wrong time and wrong place
Sometimes, you just have to let it blow.
As you look around, who will really know?