I don't say Trump I don't say **** I don't say "that one nearly" "Dam change of boxers that wasn't smart" I don't like to "Sneeze" And do one at the same time, You know what I'm talking about, Hurts both sides at the same time I don't stay around when the Silent But Deadly Sneaks out to say hello, Removing a crowd at twenty feet Saying did something die what is that smell, And too my little ones Its called a "Bottom" "Belch" As its LOUD* They giggle as one does rip "Then the other lets another out" There embarrassing in a lift If squeezed out loud and proud Enclosed spaces are the define No No, As you may be the one gagging Upon you own smell, We all have names for this noisy smell But to my little ones its know as the **Bottom Belch.