A Smelly Tale
Trapped in elevator I'm a posh upstart
My stomach upset from garlic tart
La-di-da eyes look me over
Then I realise I am not quite sober.
Boozy belch from cocktail hour
Does vodka really smell that sour?
Doing my best but I let one rip
Trapped in hell don't give me lip.
When I Let One Loose In The Elevator
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Copyright © Delice Arleen Skelly | Year Posted 2021
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