Short Oxide Poems

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.