Shopping this morning my face is numb

It’s the second time I’ve been crop dusted by an invisible bum

A fly-by of flatulence that smells like day old bologna

Searching the quiet store

I caught a glimpse of old man Maloney

Laughing and chuckling as he disappeared down an aisle

He got me again

That smell sure is vile

The odor stuck to the clothes I was wearin’

Everyone be on the lookout for the Red Baron