The trip had progressed splendidly
As they traveled up towards Tripoli
But trouble soon started
When somebody farted
And everyone wanted to flee
He smelled like a ripe wheel of cheese
And everyone started to wheeze
So they dragged him behind
On a forty foot twine
And prayed for a northerly breeze
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had me laughing as I was reading. Have been waiting for someone to drop in a fart...no pun intended
Great take on the prompt. Good luck in the contest.

~Pamela



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