When I Let One Rip In the Lift

WHEN I LET ONE RIP IN THE LIFT I entered by the first floor, he, by the fourth He really wished he hadn’t, for all it was worth His nose twitching, and with a grimace on his face He really couldn’t wait, to get out of this place Fumbling with the lift buttons, he made a bad mistake As up to the seventh floor; the lift now does us both take Seventh floor arrives, and he was out like a flamin’ shot Trouble is we both work on the ninth floor, and he is my boss Indiana Shaw . . . "So; guess who was dead meat, when I arrived in at work" . . . : / "Not for any contest; just on the theme of farting in the lift" . . . : )