What a Gas

Root a toot toot
What foul odor offends my nasal flute?
Oh I’m getting teary eyed and sad
I’m kinda jealous, perhaps mad
I should be glad
I’m not in an astronaut suit
Good God, it would break the tubing!
This gentle methane soothing
A jazz solo from your backdoor trumpet
Upon my sense, you  strumpet
Your gloating smile, fart queen triumphant!

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