I Wandered Lonely Through A Cloud

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I wandered lonely through a cloud,

Adrift through rooms and crowded halls

When all at once I blew one loud;

A mighty wind that shook the walls

Its pungent scent made all the greater,

Standing in this elevator

Continuous are the stares that show

Displeasure at my odorous way,

Wrinkled noses, glares of woe,

Expressions more than words can say

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Flee in haste from my dark-stained pants

In droves they run, a wild stampede

The human footfalls beat the earth,

Their noses breathe my foul misdeed

They struggle long to give me berth,

I gazed, and gazed, then gave some thought

To the terror that my scent had wrought

For often on my couch I lie,

In vacant mind or pensive mood

Reflecting on my one brown eye,

Its breath that many find so rude

And dreaming of some rectal pills,

To change my scent to daffodils.