Please Let Me Out

A blast of gas she squeezed from her butt, I couldn't breathe,I couldn't see, And all of the windows were shut. She confessed to me of what it could be All those baked beans and meat pie. I had to escape,I had to leave soon, Or I'm sure that I would die. I tried for the door to make my escape But my wife was in my way. I don't get gas very often like this, So this is payback day. She was laughing and crying, While I thought I was dying. From the smell that she squeezed from her butt. 29/9/2021 May the gas be with you farts part2 Poetry contest Sponsored by Chantelle Anne cooke