Lets write a Limerick, one line at a time.

[GrannyMac]

He looked around, his escape was swift
Far too many looking miffed
Or gasping for breath, as if it their last
So bad was the smell that he had passed

[klondike]

He looked around, his escape was swift
Far too many looking miffed
Or gasping for breath, as if it their last
So bad was the smell that he had passed
He just couldn't smell it even when he sniffed

Our hero went to see the doc
Asked why he had this block
Could be Covid the doc replied
Never caught that poor Joe sighed
Then one slipped out which caused a shock

Poor old doctor green and gagging
Gave the Joe a real finger wagging
If you feel another come along
Give me a warning with this gong
By now the doc was really flagging

Take these pills three times a day
They may keep the stench at bay

[Mups]

Take these pills three times a day
They may keep the stench at bay
But then poor just had to cough
And  this time it made him take off
And he wasn't found again till May!

[klondike]

That was the end of farty Joe
And of course this tale of woe
So what can we talk of next?
Pondering this leaves me perplexed

[Mups]

That was the end of farty Joe
And of course this tale of woe
So what can we talk of next?
Pondering this leaves me perplexed
But someone will be in the know. 

Today at 02:51:15 PM
Old Flo fancied having a jive
And did her hair in a beehive

[GrannyMac]

Old Flo fancied having a jive
And did her hair in a beehive
Her heels were high, her skirt was tight
She jived and bopped into the night