During those days, my stomach remained upset,
whenever at odd times, I had to eat,
and I had to shy, from meetings to attend.
So silently I used to, pass off an obnoxious jet,
spoiling the atmosphere , increasing the heat,
and gradually it went on, as if a trend.
Then the things went right, and I could bet,
it all appeared, quite fresh and neat
as polluting signal, I could no more send.
One day my boss, who is tall and a bit fat,
informed me about an important meet,
so everything had to be, kept ready at hand.
When the timely lunch, I could not get,
chances were bright, for things to repeat,
and I tried my best, till I could fend.
The agenda was covered, till the time we met,
everyone was waiting, for a spicy treat,
as the meeting was really grand.
Notes were exchanged, everything was set,
when suddenly my boss, tilted in his seat,
and all of us could, hear his band.
Waiting for an opportunity, how could I let,
I supported the music, without a beat,
and the meeting, came to an end.
When the room was filled with, the smell of the roses
Why people rushed out , with a finger on their noses
The boss played his South-Organ,and created a silent laughter
I accompanied as a Back-Piper, he came to know thereafter.