No smoke will rise
When your colon foments
A pre-movement spawn.
All those beans
Pass molecularly. . .gaseousity.
Gusts of ill wind,
Crawling southward, gusts of ill wind.

Gamey pong--
When you drop that bomb, sir,
It will smelly be.
All will "Eeuw!"
And drop to the ground,
Seek reek sanctuary.
Gusts of ill wind
Appalling, these gusts of ill wind.

'roma hangs on;
Funk might last forever
If someone don't pry
A window way
Up to get skunky
Bouquet wafting to the sky.

Gusts of ill wind--
Galling are these gusts of ill wind.
Gusts of ill wind.
Falling flocks from gusts of ill wind.