He had released a bit of gas
and felt a need to scratch his ass.
He was in public and he stank,
considered it a youthful prank.

The English have a thing that states
it's better out than in for mates.
And on a tram, to beat the static
it can be rather aromatic.

So, let us celebrate the bang
it beats the well-known hunger pang.
Foul gasses that cause misery
will fade away once they are free.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gasses/