Cornell Finch

Floating An Air Biscuit

Last night I had a vindaloo.
Today while I sat on the loo
The curry, working it’s way through,
I floated an air biscuit.

The stench most horrid,
my arse was torridlook at the third definition here,
I had to vacate the bathroom.

The other men stared at me
choking, unable to breathe.
I laughed and ran from the room.
I floated that air biscuit
in a public toilet.