Passing Gas Now

Passing gas was not acceptable when I was young It was embarrassing, and horrible and I hid it. It was not “lady-like” which I thought was important. Now I am a crone, a hag, an old woman Invisible to the young, until they need something It is okay; I do not like parties any way Passing gas is my main stay now It happens more frequently than it ever did Being ladylike is not important any more It is embarrassing though when I tear them off Letting them rip loudly and proudly in succession As I trot down the hallway past a laughing kindergarten class