Ode To Flatulence For Jan

Our invisible enemy, helping us to our end, Not seen by eye, even by the normal shy, Blowing plants and trees, with a smelly breeze, Leaves, branches shivering, scary as delivering, Now and then a gust, lifting up clouds of gross dust, We complain, no remorse, knowing your source, Not knowing your control, not respecting your role, With you, what a mess, life is a major stress, Not helping our ozone, pollution blown everywhere, Polluting our sky’s, in your amazing disguise, Our life you shorten, with every breath, our invisible enemy.