A Foul Wind
After three big bowls of chili
I could sense impending doom
When I released the rancid air
I was forced to leave the room
This may have cost me all my friends
And I feel just like a clown
My final epitaph should read
A foul wind had brought him down
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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