You dare not take a sniff…
of this horrendous farted whiff.

Heralding a rancid unloading.
My gut is experiencing bloating.

Fueled by popcorn and beer.
The lumpy departure is near.

So I prepare a welcoming party.
No sombre event, it’s stinky and farty.

Wait, is this creature-feature coming or going?
My rectum knows and it’s just about blowing.

Time to cut the brown ribbon.
Out plops a fresh hairy Gibbon.

Some cheer but most boo in disgust.
Cos they see the brown placenta crust.