Chemical Warfare

On an afternoon, rather dull and dreary When things seemed quite tryingly weary All of a sudden erupted a flurry (Possibly the result of a flavoured curry?) As a rather pungent aroma did diffuse Speedily into the air, that it did abuse With a violence so strong, so full of punch That I pondered on the after-effects of lunch From this terrible fury, did people take cover That their lungs did slowly recover From a biological weapon’s gaseous assault That I wondered who could have been at fault For this sudden burst of chemical warfare That only the most brave could stoically bear A weapon made of such volatile matter That it could, such hardened forces, scatter. The culprit, as yet, has not been found Moving with stealth, making no sound Still, on the ready, to simply explode With the most pungent weapon its armoury can hold.