Farting On The Elevator

Where hath thee been ole gas of my bean? The familiar friend for a time I’ve not seen.

What doth thou bring on this journey today? Warmth? Fragrance? Or a subtle spray?

Gently emerge unto this space. Adorn the walls, the ceiling, and door with thou grace.

Behold, a fellow hath sojourned on this lift. Face donned with sorrow as his nose taketh a whiff.

Forsake you he cries, his cardigan shrouding his nose. “Your fart certainly nay smell like a rose!”

Pardon thy manners I shall refrain from another, for in kinship I seek as you are my brother.