The mood was gloomy, everyone depressed;
Work, work and all instructions.
Straight faces and no smiles,
Tense, the ambience, airy, the breeze.
Then the big fat boss walked across,
A notorious, silent-but-deadly wind break followed.
The smell, uh…., it was ‘aromatic’
It excelled in stench, and reeked,
Of eggs, beans and kontomire.
Lips curled up, and noses twitched.
Faces brightened and eyes quizzed,
The boss had farted, who will beat the gong gong?
Oh… what a smell? the accountant voiced,
As he entered with an invoice.
Imprisoned laughter echoed in the office; even,
The clock chuckled. Sheer delight on every face,
An indifferent posture, an ‘excuse me’ look,
The boss kept, And we had a gas-filled day at work.
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