A reservoir of aroma <br />Strewn from a pair of shrouded stoma <br />Barmy vapors of incense <br />As the mind wanders seemingly tense <br />To let go stealthily in an air coy <br />Or to rupture like Vesuvius in bouts of joy <br />A lazy sway of the buttock cheeks <br />For the pneumatic forces to seep <br />As from the chasm of stoma lips <br />The juggernaut of her forceful gush rips <br />For the chambers of the zany heart to folly <br />At the release of her might in a bewildering jolly <br />Nostrils twitch at her journeying fragrance <br />Wondering whose cheeks levitated to rouse flatulence <br />As lurking eyes scan the surroundings for the guilty smirk <br />The snot waltzes in caverns in an air berserk <br />Then from the corner of two guilty lips, a smile blooms <br />To unravel Mount Vesuvius that erupted in a crowded room<br /><br />Dilantha Gunawardana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vesuvius-of-flatulence/
