25 May 2012
Sat in an ordered room, The clock reading ten to noon, I tap my pencil impatiently, Observing the paper before me.
I'm bored and tired, My brain unwired, When suddenly I feel it, Building gradually in my pit.
An urge to fart, And let my cheeks grow apart, Feel the wind down my leg, Just to let the gas shed.
I try to hold it tight, Trying hard with all my might, I muster all my strength, Feeling my bum clench.
A minute to the hour, The urge to fart is dyer, Eager to leave the exam, And let my fart fan.
Holding The Fart • Opuss № I