My husband says
Stop eating those sprouts
It’s windy enough outside
Without gusts of wind inside
He goes on to say
Hello brown
Are you coming down
The rest room is this way
And he asks
What’s that odour
I do for tell
It’s the cat
A silent killer
An angry gust
Boy the cat
Must eat some rust
Sorry to be so rude this poem is quite crude but hope it gets some laughs