Nitrous Oxide
When I let one loose in the elevator,
I blamed it on last night's baked beans.
The blast from it sounded like thunder,
As it tore a large hole in my jeans.
I apologised to all and sundry,
For acting like, a silly jackass.
But my voice became rather squeaky,
As my flatulence, was pure laughing gas.
8 / 7 / 2021.
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