• At first I thought,"twas jusat a small rip wanting free.
    So I shifted my weight and raised my left knee.
    I was clever, crafty,and very discreet
    As the room was full, oh what a feat!
    If I were able, tween bits of conversation
    To releive myself of this urgent sensation
    It started out low, steady and slow
    A mind of it's own just to let go
    Ten seconds pass, twenty, thirty,
    If this keeps going it's going to get dirty
    The minute mark has came and went,
    I frantically look for a vent
    With none in sight, I continue to rip
    I keep on talking, I shoot from the hip
    A minute thirty,forty ,fifty still going
    must be caused by a gasket blowing. Though no one noticed, not even a sniff
    I thought I caught the faintest whiff, The raging monster was sprung free
    Tragic tale of the two minute SBD