My family had moved to Kissimmee
To purchase a comfortable house.
I showed up to school sev'ral weeks before Yule
As a breeze wafted in from the South.
“Good morning,” the teacher exhorted,
“And welcome, new student in town!”
I felt so uneasy; my stomach was queasy!
I sat at the desk with a frown.
One word of advice for the reader:
New classrooms and tacos don’t blend.
For Taco Bell’s wrath fueled a dastardly draft
Like a fire searing out my rear end.
Oh, the horror I felt! The disaster! The shame!
And the stink, many times multiplied!
As my teacher said “Leave. And go pack up your things”
I just ran to the bathroom and cried.
Well, honest to God, that’s my dreadful account
The tale of a fart and a grouse
Dear readers, beware of a stench in midair
And a breeze wafting in from your South.