Inhalator
I was having a long spell of constipation,
my stomach forgot what’s called motion.
It got busy with lazy fermentation bout,
and chose its own way to let the gas out.
One morn I took the lift down, feeling tense,
with the bloated up belly fostering flatulence,
I couldn’t hold, when I let loose in the elevator,
I heard someone ask, “where’s the inhalator”?
August 2, 2021
Contest : When I Let Loose In The Elevator
Sponsor : Charles Messina
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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