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Smoldering Embers

I sit here thinking
And feel my body sinking
As if I were shrinking
While an odor is stinking
The air.

I hold my nose
My mouth I close
As my fume blows
I wonder who knows
That I sit here.

My friends would tease
Don't tell them please
That I need to ease
And emit that breeze
Bubbling and tickling my rear.

It is my belief
That this type of relief
While silent as a thief
Gives everyone grief
If they were really near.