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When I let one loose in the elevator It wasn't a squeak but more of a roar The night before I'd had a hot vindaloo My guts were churning and out one flew. Thankfully I was alone until floor three Then six girls got in and stood by me Guts churned again ; I tried to clench cheek The door then closed and boy did it reek. Written 1st August 2021. For When I Let One Loose In The Elevator Poetry Contest. Sponsored By Charles Messini.
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