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 door closes
On the scene of the crime

And even though
You’re on the wrong floor
You know your smelly fart
Is the otherside of the door