It wasn’t me honestly ?

It wasn’t me honestly ?

How can a little gust of wind
Be so darn right smelly
I often wonder whats going on Inside of that sore belly

We never talk about this
Its as if it is taboo
But we all know its something
That everyone does do

We’d really rather not
It puts us in a spot 
when
That methane Gas does bubble up & become far too hot

Oh wo is me were in a crowd
We start to get a pain
The trouble is theres no escape
Coz here we go again

We hold it in & clench so tight
Because its just not right
But though we’ve tried our very best
To put up a sore fight

It gives release thank God twas peace
But still we could not hide
Oh mercy me we know they’ve guesssed
The crowd does part so wide

People point the fingers
Everyone does moan
You cannot wriggle out this one
Coz you are stood alone

You disappear without delay
Its time that you must run
This problem that you’ve got today
Is simply not no fun

Aha you think its time to go
In the hall there is a loo
Thank goodness that the doors ajar
You were able to do a poo????