F-A-R-T

I hear thunderstorms
In the depths of its belly,
A sound of a raging lion
Resounds amidst its colony.

Every expel is a horror,
Like a mix of horrible colours.
That beast!…betrayed by its body,
In the name of enticing Rudy.

Now look what she has done…
Confusion brewing in the bus.
Her alone at the back; no clone!
Thus an ass roar.

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