Methane The Elephant Poem by Kevin Rottweiler

Methane was a sweet gal
from the old day circus
and she passed gas
and the people laughed
and she bent over
near the sad clowns
and the people laughed
and the gas crowded the tent
clowns did not smile
they ran a mile
Methane was a sweet gal
from the old day circus
wrinkled like
stale lemons
like curls of macaroni
and the gas passed
the old people
could not take the smell
but she was a sweet gal
from the old day circus
and the children laughed
as popcorn
and candy
covered the gas smell
with a sweet fragrance
nobody laughed
as Methane the elephant
passed gas
and then she laughed
raising her leg in defiance
nobody gave her a raise
they put her in the hot sun
not enough water
almost animal abuse
she declared
so she just kept passing gas
as the people passed
defiance
toward her methane gas
and she
passed gas