TRAPPED WIND

 

You feel the gripey twinge

Your tummy starts to grown

It always happens in the lift

When you’re not alone

 

You know it won’t be held

You just hope there is time

To get off the lift

Before you commit the crime

 

And just when you think

You can’t hold it anymore

The lift comes to a stop

Though it’s not your floor

 

But you decide to get off

As you can’t hold it anymore

And release a quiet fart

As you step through the door

 

You sigh with relief

You made it just in time

And then the doors close

On the scene of the crime

 

And even though

You’re on the wrong floor

You know your smelly fart

Is the other side of the door