The Boy delighted in his farts,

The last was smelly and rumbled like an old cart.

Those around him, away did dart.

Unaware of where the stench began,

All feared an immediate gas usage ban.

Someone reported the odour, to the Mayor,

Who advised all should leave, with care.

Unable to breathe the air, thick like treacle,

Quiet and still the street, now emptied of people;

Leaving just the strong stinking smell,

Left by The Boy, who couldn’t tell.