The Office Symphony

The Office Symphony

In the cubicles where we convene,

A place of business, calm, and keen,

There lurks a sound both bold and free,

A toot of unexpected glee.

The conference call, a serious air,

When suddenly, without a care,

A trumpet blast, a cheeky song,

Echoes the room, where things went wrong.

The culprit sits with a sheepish grin,

Blaming the lunch of beans within.

Colleagues snicker, others cough,

As tension breaks and hats are doffed.

The boss attempts a stern-faced scold,

But even he can't quite uphold,

The laughter bubbling up inside,

As dignity takes a rollercoaster ride.

Emails fly and memos dash,

About the noxious office clash.

A policy draft to ban the beans,

While air fresheners become routine.

So here’s to gas in the workplace realm,

The unseen hand at the office helm.

For when the air is thick with jest,

It's flatulence that breaks the rest

A rotting smell, a fart from hell,

the and will make your hair curl well.

Time for farting is not in this group

it encourages others to try to blow too.