Flatulent chaos came late last night.
My Lola Beans she jumped in fright.
A forceful toot so grand and loud.
Followed by a gaseous cloud.
it knocked poor Lilly right to the floor.
I followed suit and crawled for the door.
A pungent blast from my wife’s sweet rear.
Enveloped us all as we shook in fear.
The magical fruit struck once again.
All loyalty gone each left to fend.
She landed hard and got the bends.
Stranded now was man’s best friend.
On her own and left for dead.
The bedroom now a fart’s beachhead.
Only two escaped this atomic mass.
My poor sweet Lola, trapped in the gas.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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